Wednesday, 30 January 2013

The Living End

It’s so corny, but so true. Love lasts forever. Yes, even when it doesn’t turn out quite as we may have hoped.

I was able to spend far too little time with the love of my life, and it was a long time ago. Yet,  that time together growing old alone would be a very lonely affair.

If time flies, the great thing about love is that it, too, has wings and can keep up where we mortals invariably fall behind.


World, collapsing all around;
skylark, winging without a sound;
sweeter memories like a kite
tugged free from weepy hands
at nature’s whim

Bright lights in the eye grown dim;
candles of a mind
to flicker like shadows on a blind;
mischievous sunshine joining ghosts
in hide-and-seek

Suddenly, sounds of children
playing in the park invade my dark,
and the laughter of lovers
gathering to watch, share dreams
of a future together

And where are you, but here?
And who am I but a fool in despair
to let you drift like a lost kite
tugged free from weepy hands
at nature’s whim?

Let a light in eyes dimming
flare again, a beacon  guiding us
across time and space,
all we were and are made keepers
of its flame

Heading home

Copyright R. N. Taber 2004; 2013

[Note: An earlier version of this poem appears in 1st eds. of The Third Eye by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2004; revised ed. in e-format in preparation.]

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