| Round and Round the Mulberry Tree We Go |
| Blessed Moonset On this celebration day, the Independence of the 4th, I know I should celebrate, remember those who gave me my freedom and yet, all I can think of, is you. Today, you began a journey, the first of many, I cannot accompany you on. Thankfully, this saga of experience will last a mere three weeks and yet to me, standing behind at the beginning, it feels like a lifetime. I know all I can do, is pray for your safe return. I hope the days fly quickly and know they will not. But I will stay strong, will hold a bright outlook because I know, with each new moonset, one more day has gone, one less to dream of you and one closer to your return and now, even in the middle of this celebration day, I long for and await, the blessed moonset. |
| All poems Copyright 2000 |
| Sunrise of the Mind In the sunrise, I see your face and the knowledge strikes with pain unknown, the weeping begins. Not outward, not now. I have no more tears to cry but inward, I have no choice, I feel as if my soul is dying, slowly with each breath, each beat of my heart. My pain increases as the sun rises, knowing I will have to face another day without you but in my mind, I have a small reprieve, as I mark one more square, one more day. One less with you gone, one closer to your return and suddenly, I cheer, not completely but enough to survive another day because I know it is one less day without you and one closer to bringing you home. |
| Shoes A memory stirs at a sight unforeseen. A random chance in the oddest of places and my tormentor, my reminder, my path to you, strangely enough are shoes. I hear laughing from those around and I fear to state my thoughts, for fear they will be absorbed in the laughter but the shoes are so undeniably you, just like yours, slight variations of course but you none-the-less. The memory stirred, stirs another and another, a chain started, never to finish, for my memory's span our life and I remember you in your entirety. Your laughter, varied with meaning, your smile, estatic to bored, your cologne, delicious, except for the misture of four. The comfort you provide, when I feel my world collapsing. The entertainment, during otherwise meaningless trips. Your understanding, when no one else cares. I am happy, bathing in my memories of you and am content in the knowledge, I will see you again, relatively far away but near enough to make my heart flutter. I miss you but am kept company by your memories 00 and the shoes -- until you return to me. |
| Sobs of Joys or Sadness? The Silence broken by a quiet sob, a sob of sadness or a sob of joy? Intermingled in both is my life. My life without you, is empty, meaningless, hopeless but in my despair, a bright star appears because I know, this despair will end and you will come back, with stories to tell, experiences to reveal. Changed? I fear the answer but know, no change will take you from my side. So I silently sit, sobbing, awaiting your return and yet making no sound. |
| The Revolutions of Scenery Does the sun set or do we set with the dawning of night? We think our lives are the only ones and the world is unique to our area. How different the world must look to you now, to see thew orld from a different point of view. A new exciting world, is it better than the old or just different? Will you long to leave, when you return or will you be content to stay where you have grown? I wish I could know, how it changes the world, how it looks today. I wish I could be with you now but I know, I have to be content, living in the place you have left behind, to move on to your new adventures. Somehow, someday soon, I will know, at least in part, how it changes and of your adventures. I hold my breath and await your return. |
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