There are parts you cannot see
Like the half of her that's missing
For the whole that's not to be
You see a woman shining
Feet planted on the ground
What you can't see was the sorrow
Or just where it once was found.
Her appearance is astounding
For never would you guess
That her soul grieves no longer
And her insides aren't a mess.
Nor a gamble for this horseman
He came and took her soul
Left a gypsy spirit breathless
Took a part and left a hole.
For his gift to her...his answer
His love was here and gone
Now the whole of her is seeking
The heart he took and won.
Let him go with freedom's spirit
For he left her with a glow
Took a heart that wasn't beating
Left his seed with which to sow.
Many memories in the making
And his promise to return
To the part of her that's missing
For the soul left still to yearn.
Today he's worth the waiting
The future is a guess
As the soul of one so empty
Is a part of him...at best.
And the love of two good spirits
Beat forever a new whole
And the part that isn't total
Is a story to be told.
Author: Susan Kathryn Rowse
Savannah, Georgia
10.29.00
