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[title] => And Then She Came...
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[bodytext] => Part One:~ the sun is shining a splash of orange-pink light on our Roman columns, steadfast and tall… symbols of loving beauty in an otherwise lonely world… Part 2~ It’s strange what loneliness can do to a person, isn’t it? How, somehow, by being alone you meet again with some people, Ghosts of dreams forgotten... ...the illusions of possibly-was-but-probably-wasn’t yesterdays. Only shadowy replicas, not true flesh-and-blood, Yet as real as the eyes that see them. It was during one of these lonely times... ...a full week, in fact, of isolation without a single human being to speak with... ...during one of those long and lonely times that gentle Peace came to visit me again. And of course, anyone who knows Peace knows That Peace never knocks. Nor does she barge in, uninvited. Rather, in her quirky, upside-down way She slips in so silently That you’d never even know that she was there If not for her whispers in the moments... ...in the moments after I cry her name, as I do, from time to time. Yes, only after a week of waiting, Longing, and praying, in total silence... Only then did the ghost of peace come to me, And even then, she stayed for but a day... A magic, sad, sunset day, Before she had to go away... Part 3 ~ I saw your ghost come waltzing in My living room this afternoon, Draped in brilliant sunlight And standing on the moon, Your hair was the color of the sunrise, Your skin like virgin snows, And your smile, so faint, haunts me... And your voice! Oh, how I’d missed it... Your giggly, girly, bubbling-brook voice, As you spoke to me, For the first time since tomorrow... “come with me, little boy blue, and see what I’ve been keeping for you! Come away, to the magnetic mountains, And then the sea...and show me what you’ve kept ...for me.” and so we floated away in a seashell, through fog thick enough to eat... Gentle peace painting red-striped turtles While I learned to play the flute... ...the dream, the dream, so real! ...the dream, the dream, ...wake me not! When I looked up at her again Gold-dust butterflies were dancing in her hair, Ever-playful in the orange-pink glow Of its sunrise...which somehow, finally broke the fog. Then, BUMP! We hit a log! And it brought us home again, Where we found that the sunrise-color of her hair Was splashed also across the Roman Columns, steadfast and tall. I turned my head to show her, to tell her this new and lovely thing, But she was gone! Vanished, without a trace, and so I ran to the window, and looked outside Where I saw her, playing in the sunset... ...as comfortable with it, as she’d been with the dawn. And that was, finally how it was ...her, dipping in and out of the sunshine on her magic carousel, ...and me standing by the glass-paneled door watching, wanting more and more, but waiting, watching, all alone only wishing she were home... for finally, with the setting of the sun she was gone, again, for the last time. Part 4~ too late you called, dear gentle Peace, too late, too late, too late. After all, we’ve already established That Venus does not lie As long as militant Mars Is tromping through the sky... ...yet, only love can tell they say. (There! Now I’ve penned my life away!) [comments] => 1 [counter] => 200 [topic] => 24 [informant] => 3660Days [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LoveRemembered )
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