I watch her walk
to the bow of the boat,
she stands strong
against the harsh wind
that rushes past her,
pushing her long,
auburn hair back,
silhouetting her face,
her cheeks now raw,
burning bright red,
looking like an angel,
she turns towards me,
laughing, throwing
her arms open wide,
“My God,
how exhilarating!”
She parades past me,
leaving her scent
of lavender swirling
endlessly around me,
exhilarating me!
I could taste her
on my tongue.
Then she is gone.
I look everywhere
on that boat for her,
the last one to leave.
High and dry, I am
all alone with only
her words I heard
calming my inner
wild child,
touching me
all these years
in my dreams…
“My God,
how exhilarating!”
Her voice will be
the last thing I hear
while on this earth...*Charles lives in Fountain Hills, AZ. He started writing poetry 14 years ago to celebrate the birth of his daring, darling, daughter Valerie. He wanted to preserve all the memories of the first time she walked, talked. Valerie was born with many obstacles to overcome giving him much to write about. Writing soon became his way of saving his sanity. Valerie is doing great now; she is quite the young writer. He has a new collection of poetry out, Storytelling.
0 comments:
Post a Comment