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By Galadrial Date: 2004 Nov 09 Comment on this Work [[2004.11.09.09.05.4614]] |
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Coming to this place, amidst the stone garden in no way zen--- I came to render the honors of a life, shared hours, traded words, laughter now more a ghost than you dear one. They blanket the growd with unnatural green so we will not glimpse the torn ground made ready for this last billet, and we will leave before they lower you, curse and blessing both. Part of me grateful to not see, part of me demanding to know, wanting to force myself to fully render you these honors--- Taps is yours dear one, and this dark will not harm you, but I came here to lay that bits and pieces and dreams, the heart moments, the breathless wonders, and yes the love to rest as well. But when I make myself not sob, I know the truth in the last note of the bugle, in the sounds the women make, when the roses are laid to metal. There is no place here to bury love--- there is only room for the part of you life no longer requires. Honors rendered, and the last tears are for me, knowing that the love is something I must carry until the pall they bear is my own. But I was faithful in my fashion, and in the last, gave you full measure, the honors rendered. (Forgive me Kirk...not a love poem per se...but there is love in it....) |