As we drift like schooners in the night mist over the dark waters of time, carrying our life's cargo of knowledge through foundering seas, we only begin to know ourselves, let alone others, so we must appreciate safe harbor and the libraries in us all, lo' the tempest looms

Lost Love....Anniversary....
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 live oak trees, in the yellow turning to peach accented evening...light and care free....

Today, the same sky.....funny.... The grand water oaks, with their black-green silhouettes of the branches 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.....

Captivating write darkowl I felt like I was at the graveside with you ...frozen in silence ..not wanting to intrude .

I humbly thank you..... I post this once a year on the first of April, since 2010, somewhere on the internet.

Again, Thanks Blondey...

Just wow darkowl. The lives we live are many, so many loves ago,
but one always remains forever in our hearts. So eloquently felt.

Thank you very much, Sincerely, Bastet....

I'm surprised that there are any responses actually, as it's more a reflection. It usually runs through and fades off, as it has in the past years.

You certainly have loved deeply, darkowl. Very touching ode to lost love.
(((((((((darkowl )))))))))))

Thank you Mz Rosie, and I have, but more often than not, the timing was off. Sometimes even a good year, or a good month, then nothing, was all worth that lifetime.

But.... this was back when I almost attained "cool". Been at least 40 degrees off cool ever since....

and huge (((((((((((((((hugs))))))))))))))) as always to you Mz Rosie, and thank you very much.

Love is the opium of pure souls. I am jealous of that love, but I have had my own.

Fair - would be the fare,
to cross time and dimension.
I have not the right gold to put on my closed eyelids.
I can not pay the ferryman to take me beyond
desire.

I shall wait,
till my strange gold melts and I can craft
the price he seeks.

He seeks too little.
I seek too much.

The fare wavers, like coins wishfully thrown
in a wishing well
rippling just that little,
unless you throw hard
and cause a tidal wave

That swallows the ferryman, time and dimensions.



Hey friend. I could not help but respond. I really liked your words.