Poetry 8
(c) Candace
As is Spring -I am gone yet I will always be
My essence remains - that which made me unique
And my love for you IS, that cannot be destroyed
Not by time or by distance or even by death
Yet you fear that you forget me - cannot recall my face
Is that really who I am, or am I my inner grace?
If I come back in a different form - am I not still me?
If I stand before you different, who then will you see?
If you take another to your heart they cannot take my part
I am not diminished that you add another to your heart
They add their own chapter to your life, they do not take from me
They add joy to your days and have their own space in your heart
As the sweet cherry blossom is not a photo in your mind
It is a memory, a delicate scent, a soft color, a silken touch
So then am I as I have changed through the years with time
But our two hearts beat as one and my essence remains unchanged
In the secret reaches deep with in where dwells the kindred spirit
That which links us to all and all to us, where we cannot to our self lie
Here does it ever dwell - the loss, - the sorrow - the longing
Locked in our inner heart wanting only to never say good-bye
I smile as I breathe in the beauty and joy of the sunrise
As I face each new day and feel the warmth of the light
But within where I must face the truth I feel emptiness
Your absence fills my inner heart with cold, grey night
I cling to the thread that twines our souls with hidden tears
Knowing that the bond can not be broken or lost
And I treasure always all the love and light we shared
And gladly pay in sorrow what our love does cost
So kindred spirits seek each other, seeing the one within
Finding solace on the long path of sorrow and tears
Fellow travelers finding comfort in kindred spirits
Who understand that love is never measured in years
I stand here my friend feeling the pain in your soul
If only I could turn back time - if only I had known
I can offer only my love, my heart, and a shoulder
I know and share the pain of feeling suddenly alone
Know that I will stand here, to be here at your side
If you need an arm to lean on or need a hand to hold
If you need me I will act as your anchor in the storm
If you need me to I will be your shelter from the cold
I ask you to let me be there and offer you my strength
But most of all I ask of you to let me be your friend
Someone to be there for you and to share your thoughts
And always and a day be one on who you can depend
We start with simple dreams,
a sunny day, a friend to share with . . .
We grow and our vision changes.
With each dream broken we replace it anew,
sometimes grander,
sometimes more furtive,
always taken.
Until we finally return to our early dreams
and realize grand goals are poor riches.
