This is a collection of poems inspired by love, loss of love, and other tragic and traumatic events that began in late July of 2000 - so some poems are about love and others about the loss of that love. This is my autobiography in poetry form. I had...
I wrote a love poem once... heard it was good - I remember it was good - the love... I heard the poem was good.
It was many years ago... lost - lost in the fire, as it were, the love... the love poem.
I forget how it goes the love... the love poem.
I just cannot remember the words I wrote... but I know I wrote a love poem,
Once... or twice or more...
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The next poem is:
An Infinite Beach
On some beach that never ends I'm with her and just for a moment I pretend that things never change that sometimes, in moments like this, we walk hand-in-hand forever.
This is my greatest desire - to stop time like this... when there is just this place, just these beach sounds and just she and I.
What Really Matters
Moments frozen in time.
That is what love seems to be... these moments you remember something in these moments (takes my breath away) has a certain meaning that endures -
a feeling... an image... something said... or shared... certain sounds in the background... whatever it is that you remember is all that really matters.
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The Whole Story
Our love is now like an epic novel,
thousands of pages in length, with most pages torn other burned - in the tragic fire.
I tried to save what I could believing it was worth saving or worth holding onto - believing that nothing dies but in the end, what do I have? Just scraps of the book...
Even the ring that symbolized the bond of husband and wife is gone.
We wrote the book together - I remember how it was, page after page chapter after chapter, lie scattered around a room in a forgotten home in a forgotten place like dark shadows under a hazy sky.
Page after page, written with a purpose written with love.
Sure, there were chapters that didn't seem to belong or have any purpose that could be understood but every part of the story had a purpose and place, whether good or bad within the larger narrative.
This was a story to be told for generations to come - passed down within the family and as part of a cultural tradition.
Looking back, at the whole book and not just a chapter here or there, taken out of context, you see a theme which emerges out of the many unplanned chapters.
It was always about love and that matters more than the quality of the narrative... it matters more than how things might have seemed at any one moment in time.
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The next poem is entitled "Eternity" and speaks to moments that mark the experience of being in love as an underlying mood or state of being.
Eternity
My friend said the spiritual world exists outside time... That's hard for the mind to grasp. Sometimes, I think I understand. I've heard that heaven is about peace and perfect bliss and infinity. There have been times, I do remember, though not in many years, but I remember, where time seemed to stop or it lost all meaning and for that moment I didn't perceive things as a sequence of events - there was just that one moment and at that moment, I felt both completely at peace and I felt complete bliss. That's a place where I want to return... again and again, forever.
