~BILL~
In this sunrise
Suprise!
You rise
In the chill of Spring
And I take wing.
Like the boy,
Who once was.
Because,
You’re Winter gone,
And in my song.
Water’s on the ground
And all around
Brown leaves cap
Tulips deep in earthen nap.
It is then
I remember when—
So clear.
Your soulful eyes disappear.
Even before
I closed the door.
You knew it last,
All those Seasons of the past.
When wild mustard flies
Down the rows of grape stake ties,
I feel the choke
Of death’s slow stroke.
As the years go by
And the inner eye
Still holds you dear
It cannot fear—-
That it’s too late
To relive fate
As if ever new,
The wonderful presence of you.
That you are gone
And sorrows song
Becomes light
In the holding of your flight,
Away from us.
When the birches sing
In the born-ing Spring
Photo shards bring you close,
Pushing me on the backyard swing.
And thus,
Always there
I never fear
You lost,
Though I am lost
Without the life of you.
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