Sunday, January 18, 2009

Por Mijo, Mi Amor

(written 5/17/2008)

Today I will visit your grave,
and that familiar facade will remain.
For the world, I will appear so brave,
yet inside, my soul will scream in pain.

At your feet, I will strongly stand,
staring at your name etched in marble.
I will shake as I softly place my hand
over your drawing and marvel.

Your art is forever displayed
on the stone that remembers your name.
Your shape is forever preserved
on the vase that signifies your fame unattained.

Your soft hands holding the guitar
that you so skillfully played.
The strings attached to my heart
echoing the sounds that your hands made.

Under the beautiful oak tree, you will forever lay.
The moss hanging down all around your grave.
And the river you face will bring serenity
when the overcast skies bring in the choppy waves.

Off the river comes the sweeping winds.
Softly blowing through the moss that hangs,
yet coldly brushing across my skin,
drying the unseen tears that leave the salty stain.

For today, you would be only fifteen.
But fate chose another path for you.
A life barely begun before it saw its end.
A path that the Lord and You only knew.

Who will blow out the candles from your cake?
My own breath lacks the strength.
The winds from the river shift and fluctuate,
extinguishing the candles as if you sent them.

I will pray before I turn away,
that I will see you under the moon.
The wind makes the moss sway,
as I hope slumber brings us together soon.

I can only see you in my dreams,
under the twinkling stars whose names you knew.
Impatiently I wait for that slumber so sweet,
under the beaming light of the blue moon.

It is then that you still feel so real.
Your smell, your skin, your hair.
As if you were still near.
All this waiting, it is so unfair.


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  2. "I can only see you in my dreams,
    under the twinkling stars whose names you knew."--I don't know you, but you've touched my hear with this piece. I will follow you now traveler.

    Ever Yours,
    Clayrn Darrow

  3. And you are very humble--you welcome complete strangers to the pages of your life. I am taken by your humility.

  4. You have endured a great deal of suffering, much more than any one person should have to feel, and are still standing, reaching out, inspiring others with your writings and your example. Keep it up, woman. I think you are an old soul, and we can all learn fom you.

  5. Thank you all for your comments. Yes, I still stand, with the exception of the random swaying that I am completely unaware of.

    I am new to this site and blogging, but I feel it necessary to find my way again.

    I am glad you have taken an interest, I look forward to exploring all of you as well.

  6. At your blog, I will strongly stand,
    staring at your pain etched in your heart

  7. A lot of good things here - The stone that remembers your name and fame unattained etc.
    I shall return.

  8. What a lovely blog. I am moved to remember this quote as I read some of your writings.

    "Life shrinks and expands in direct proportion to courage."
    Anais Nin.

    I believe your courage is intact

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  9. Linda,

    that happens to be one of my favorite quotes, Anais Nin is one of my favorite writers as well. :)