Monday, 17 August 2015
Love, Open All Hours
Readers often comment that my love poems could apply to anyone, gay or straight. Well, that's the whole point.
Regular readers will know that my partner died long ago. We did not have many years together. Yet, our love is a part of me still and always will be. At the same time, we should never compare lovers or even friends because that’s not fair on anyone.
Invariably, we change as we mature; so, too, does love. If we're lucky, we mature together.
Sometimes, for all kinds of reasons, love falls behind. Meanwhile, the lock on our heart's door may well need removing. Nothing will be the same. Yet, if two people want each other in their lives, it is always worth leaving the door open. Be
sure, it’s not the dead who keep the door shut; only the living can do that. True love never knowingly closes the door on itself.
As I have said many times on my blogs, moving on does not mean leaving anyone behind.
LOVE, OPEN ALL HOURS
The day you died,
I tossed my heart in your wake,
could but weep
for its loss, letting mine break…
Why you had gone,
no one thought to confide
as I watched you into the sunset
on a pale horse ride
Where had you gone?
I fiercely rejected all speculation
in a custom made hell or heaven;
the last words I heard you say
were on living this life to the full
as yours passed away like sunshine
I looked up, saw a cloud
steal your sweet smile just for me,
felt your kisses like rain
inspiring this poor body of mine
to live, even love again…
I watched the cloud move on
with thanks for its letting my heart
know where you had gone
Long after you died,
a new love is making vows I yearn
to return, return…
Born again, risen like the phoenix
from the same sweet smile
I’ll see in every passing cloud
where you’ll look to reassure me
it’s no betrayal
Copyright R. N. Taber 2013; 2015