9/18/09

many lifetimes from now

(I will never say goodbye to you,
and this you know,
as down the millennia,
we flow, and know, and grow;
but if I had to, for some reason,
if there were to be a final,
terminal season,
this is what I would say):



better,
to not be
a kite flyer:
keep your
Hope,
your Dreams,
close to the
ground,
where they
will wind up
anyway,
not so scorched,
but none the drier;

love taken,
and sweet hearts
forsaken,
leave this little
rock shaken,
and Time rules
only if wakened;

Fealty is your
only name,
and lovelust,
not one bit of a
shame,
as this
lightning
strikes sure,
and true,
as True as I am
to You,
and the reverse:
so strong, that
I have no curse
strong enough
to declaim
all of the rest of
all that is simply
the same,
and adores you;

and Love?
just put it
in a basket,
a makeshift
casket,
on the top shelf,
so that it is
Safe,
and no one
can touch it:

but you know
that it's there,
however briefly,
now;

one day
you will take it
out,
many lifetimes
from now.

Adios,
mi amor eterno.



September 14, 2009, for the Wifey.

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