A Tribute to Master G

a whisper on the wind... an imagined touch, simple words that seem to echo my own thoughts, insightful feelings that can bring sunshine in the stormiest of emotions... it was a chance meeting... an appreciation of skill... that turned into the beauty of a soulmate

it started so simply... just a request for more of what had only been sampled...simple missives exchanged... from curiosity... to details increasing... small notes became conversation... conversations became dreams... strangers became something only hinted at in dreams...

words became too small... emotions seemed to overwhelm... finally exploding within a momentary weakness... just a simple word... only a brief syllable... and yet, it must be spoken - or it would burn within forever... it was allowed... the emotions were returned, many times over

it seemed to grow, as a flower on a summer morn... beautiful, complex, drawing the eye and mind... the simple word of Master... the simple word of love... when all drawn within the scope of distance and words... ballooned into proportions... talks of another time, another place... and those miles would have been inches instead

from day to day... every day... we overcame the miles and timezones... sharing life... sharing love... sharing a need that could only be fulfilled between us... time and again, something stood in the way of something more... and yet, at times it felt as if nothing was missing... i was fullfilled... i played a part so precious, that nothing could stop the onslaught of need, the enormousness perfection... i was His... he was my soulmate

it was not always the roses, at times it was thorns... we knew from the start, there could be no fulfillment extreme... and yet nothing could stop what passed between us... He was Master, He was Mentor... He was my friend... there was nothing to small to bring to Him... no need to frivolous... nothing too horrid... He made it all better when He could... other times... He was just the arms to curl

so sure were we, that it would never end... nothing was ever said beyond the knowing we could not be parted... twinned vines upon the tree of our lives.... i could not accept that it all just became naught... that His voice was silenced... for days... weeks... there was not a word - i could not accept what i knew must be... for nothing had kept me from Him... not miles, not hours, not life... and in that, lay the truth of it.... life did not separate us... but death waved a cruel hand... stealing a piece of my heart away... taking something that would never return... leaving an emptiness to be unfilled...

a piece of my heart that shall always be locked for Him alone...

... For Master... For George... the One that made caoimhe real...