Sept. 22, 2010
I stood upon a precipice of doubt When sudden stars above came winking out, My loved one having given her last breath To the grey stranger known to us as death. He came as silently as fog across a lake The one for whom I lived he now would take. Rain upon the windows, fierce the winds That day, recalling all my list of sins, The years of work, relentless in my pain I labored, but I labored most in vain.
Looking back I should have given more Of self, of soul to one I did adore, Yet inner growth is slow and slow to yield The ego-self in its self-chosen field. Could I have loved her more those painful years When she alone in silence faced her fears, Should I have walked in silence by her side, My lovely one, my beauty, my heart's pride? And then upon the day her body left I was a husk of man, of life bereft Yet knew that we were joined all lives as one And the journey of my soul had just begun.
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