"I gave you my name," he said
"And you took it to the grave."
Many years rolled by in between
As they lived, loved, slept side by side.
After her death, he didn't wait long
To lie by her side, again.
He died from his broken heart.

I have clawed and crawled out of my past
On bloodied hands and knees,
Seeking to find a higher ground
Level beneath my feet.

Having found a piece somewhat less rocky
I was finally able to stand.
So, please, for the love of God,
Stop trying to drag me back again.

I did not ignore it, but dealt with my hurt.
Over the decades, I've done the work
In order to have some peace.
And now at long last, I've found relief.

Stop dragging up what's past.

I stand and watch
The storms over Galveston Bay
Light up the sky like night into day.

Thunderheads billowing overhead,
Roiling in the darkness, punctuated
Only by distant lightning strikes.

For mere seconds with blinding light,
They flash across the sky in the night.
Thunder boomed like a distant war.

Light begins to leak into the atmosphere.
Holes in the clouds appear here and there.
With the rising sun, all turns to quiet.

She was a beautiful and dutiful lass.
She lived in a far different world,
Somewhere in the distant past.
And her lad was brave and chivalrous.

Those days are gone, alas,

As is the lad and lass.
While our time hurtles and twirls
We see life get scarier and more scary
And we become the past,

To someone else's "alas".

Soon,

Winged creatures will fly,
Delicate flowers will begin to die.

But as for you, and the poetic I,
In fallow fields nearby

We will lie

And while-away-the-hours.
On a blanket, lying back

Watching summer's last sighs.
For she must soon say goodbye,

Goodbye and welcome fall.

Handsome Sol, clothed in splendor, appears and thus
Spreads a pink blush across the ****** face of morning.

The day is a fair child chasing across the horizon
Seeking, never catching, as night overtakes it.

All life is born of this.

Do you remember
Our passion, that
Of young love?
Fresh and new
As passion built.
We could not get enough
Of love or of each other.
Fingertips touching,
Mouth on mouth,
Melting our flesh  
Into one body!

I was so inexperienced
You had to be, at times
Both teacher and lover.
And I, on the porch,
You, at ground level,
My tall young man,
So that I could
Get "hello" & "Goodbye"
Kisses on the porch.
Happy to die at last
Love-smothered.