Thursday, September 26, 2013

As The Weeks Go By

As the weeks go by
and the breezes blow
I’ve come to see
and come to know
my tears for me,
since you’ve gone,
is not that I
feel forlorn,
it is that I
have inner joy,
that you and I
were two old souls,
who together
healed ‘our worlds’ to whole.

And here this morning
my flower for you
is losing soft petals
as I weep,
remembering, when ‘you died’ together,
on the warmest day
after winters’ weather.
And as I ‘saw’
your dear soul leave
then sat with you for endless hours,
tears I wept were falling
just as these petals, from these flowers.

Now over your grave
this sunny spring day,
Jasmine bells ring
and creamy, rich petals
softly down
as all around me,
all around,
I feel you heart
does sit with me,
like every leaf loves its’ tree.
And I lost my voice
when I lost you,
so I will look to sky,
and carry me,
over the waves
of my emotional sea.
Over and under
the only way through,
is find myself
and bring my song
to whatever days
my melody plays
and if Jasmine bells ring
and changes chime
I will follow on
this path of mine
ever knowing
we had it all
me and My Lovely
hound so small.

(Written with Viburnum Carlesii flower stem and Madagascar Jasmine on September 24,  2013.  It is now 3 weeks since Poppy went softly to spirit.)

This day, I feel now, as my voice strengthens, that the ‘quietness’ was the way to isolate myself long enough to go into all, the all-encompassing, changes.

And the inner turmoil I felt from knowing that my role in her intensive caring, and relative healing phase, has passed.  I lost my voice when suddenly that role was lost and gone. 

Now there is more visibility in the clearing, that defines a deeper role for me, in my remaining life years ………..and one which has, ever and always, been there for me to reach, so that now my writings may come in a different way.

So I am leaving space to expand into whatever comes to me from now on…..

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