Lost love....
So many years have passed.......This spring, there were dried brown leaves on your grave from the fall....The moss held on to the souvenirs of the dead, lovingly cradling, as the earth cradles you, cold dark earth, but beautiful, with new spring life......It's summer now, and the power boats are revving up under the strain of pulling up skiers....A sharp happy scream, chased by laughter fades off into the distance......You've never heard these things, as you come from a time of fur-covered muscle and creaking carriages, but i knew you well, as we romanced the evenings under the massive oak trees, in the yellow turning to peach accented evening...light and care free....

Today, the same sky.....Funny.... The black-green silouhettes of the branches from the giant water oaks veining through the sky, making it appear to have skin from the southern heat, thick, the air is, pulsating so, as birds seem to fly like parasites crawling on that very skin.....It's not enjoyable without you, heavy it is....as heavy as the fever that took you so many years ago.... Your mansion still stands grand on ST. Charles avenue as it did, and Audubon park isn't as wild.... It was just our spot....now it has a name...

You are now with my many other true loves, and their true loves, and the ones who love them no doubt. Getting along, and maybe visiting me once in a great while and poking fun of me from time to time, watching me blunder now and then.... Still held by my surly cord that anchors me to this new body i have attained, while you float through the time-space illusion with effortless ease.... Funny, when you are "awake" this long, and are aware of everything, that love becomes less complicated, but people make it more so with the constant analysis they give it as they ascend through life, picking bones to be happy....It's a different time now love....No more true loves, but great adventures, and marvelous new friends....You would most certainly approve.... You with your soft, pearlescent blue-green eyes, with just a hint of sparkle, but love....always love....I know you have most certainly moved on, and found great loves in many locales, and my unbinding love goes with you.....Travel great, travel far......Endless days, and sultry nights my love.....

From this eternity of uncertainties, to our forever after, identities.
Death waits for no man, and Love surpasses time, and living.
Nice write my friend...

thanks Terry

Silver

Very nice

Light fills your soul my friend.. i shall sit under the willow and bask in the beauty of your eyes

Namaste

I knew of one other who could transcend space and time within the mind. That is a gift. To put those thoughts so beautifully on paper, that is a talent. Thanks...nice read I enjoyed it.

(((Vincent)))

Beautiful writing... I don't even have to close my eyes to see the scenery just as you do, from the sky to the trees to the moss....wonderful!

All I can say is WOW.

Very talented! Reminds me of my hatred for this existence though. Sure we can have good times, happy times, have as many as you bloody well can because in the end it all comes down to a life-line of loss, pain and death. I lost the only woman I've EVER had. She's not dead but she's F***ed right up. God damn drugs & alcohol!