beyondforgetting

BEYOND FORGETTING

I haven't lost you, my dear one
You have not died as so they say
That cherubic mien all stilled
That calm November morn
Shall be the image I treasure
Until my dying day.

Haunt me always, my loved one
Waft me back to places
Where we use to roam
Sojourns at the beach
Those rides on moonlit nights
The fun we shared in places
That i'll wonder nevermore.

Rethinks of one immortal poet
Who said, "Our love was a love
That was more than love"
And I once mocked in disbelief
Thinking of the hyperbole
Which only fools
Could utter and agree.

I am now a fool
Who accept this poet's words
Such were when you were here
In the hollow of our hands
Was time to our command
To ebb and flow
Undmindful of the passing years.

How could a life so ebb that fast
Encased in a frame of vigor and promise
Of energy and exhurberance
Of joy, of wisdom and jest
For life and more life
Which I thought would
Flower and mellow, not to be
Nipped by the jaws
Of attrocious Fate.

No pangs of Death
Could cool thy touch
No claws of cruel Fate
Could deadly venom
Change my faith
Nor storms of circumstances
Could to dulness
Mar this memory.

You have not died
But has transpired
From this abode of wrong and sin
Within my heart you'll stay
Enshrined like a god
Worshipped and treasured
Forever there.

The seeds you sowed
Shall flower and grace the earth
Strong, stalwart, and unafraid
Living up to thy name
As you keep vigil over us
Battling the elements
In this valley of tears.

Alone I wrestle with this dull despair
Wishing that you were here
Cursing this emptiness
That gnaws and gnaws
Only God knows when
Shall this ainless life
Last and withstand.

Beyond the grave that
Knows no tears
Beyond the mist
That bridges the gap
between you and me
I know you await me there
To be with you
On Judgement Day.

Till moons shall wax
And wane no more
Though age shall creep
And rob this youth
our love shall be unchanging
In life and in death
To the face, the creature
To me by God had been given
SOMEONE who is
BEYOND FORGETTING.

by Amy Lim