By Gala
Date: 18 November 2000
Miracle At The Ridge
The small house is snug and tight,
logs burning in the hearth
I smell the cider,pine,and yes,
a goose baking with apples
and look again at you
with eyes shining
brimming with hope---
and you are there.
Strong, and steadfast,
keeper of a solid heart
one who understands that love
is more than a word,
and knows that each life
is it's own gift.
I became your lover here,
treasured the moments
we spent walking
breathing in the cool air,
watching the manitou mist
and here while alone
wept quietly for fear
that one day
I would be alone here---
your laugh a memory,
your shape some distant fading shade.
They say I could have cut my losses,
loved you less when it got hard,
but that was never my way---
and you were worth more to me
then even I knew.
And now it seems you have a new life---
but it will always be the same for me.
I loved our Ridge because you were there,
relished the ticking silences
or the cool nights warmed by love
and the worship in your eyes,
and even though the candles I lit on our tree
have burned down,
even when the last holiday song has faded,
and today just another memory of us,
this will be my Christmas of miracles...
but then Darling man---
you were always a miracle to me.
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