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Click hereChe Sara Sara!
Now there will not be
That pulsing brilliance
Of the stars
For each other
In your eyes and mine.
Now no more promises
Half-kept
No more pledges
Unredeemed
No more battles sincerely fought
Honourably lost and magnanimously won
No more the pangs of parting imminent
Or the ecstasy of unexpected trysts.
No more will there be
Stolen, cherished moments
Lifetimes condensed
Within living by the clock.
No more!
A return of the simple, harmonious sensation
To envelope, enfold, absorb
The self-sustaining memory of that awakening
When the look is the promise
-- and the promise, the redemption
When mute, questing fingertips touch
And the desire becomes the deed,
The deed the desire for eternal communion!
Now -- no more!
With each other writ large and bold
Upon ourselves
Weve gravitated to a life
Without us.
Yet, from someplace only yours within me
Someone only you know, suggests
That in joy and in sorrow
In the momentous and the mundane
In company and when alone
Happy, or in pensive, thoughtful circumstance
My absence from your side
Will give me a presence constant.
Masterful craft that conjures up images, and gives rise to emnpathy with the protagonist. And what a climax to the piece. Read and re-read . . .