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A Poetic Journey of Love and Honor
by
kengie
From the
moment we met in early spring, as she stepped out
of her car and threw
her hair back, I knew I was in love. “Her long dark
hair, her beautiful smile… when she
say’s “hi” I’m faint for a while.” While gazing
into her soft beautiful eyes as she
spoke, I couldn’t help but notice her laughter that accompanied that mystifying
beauty. “Her laughter echoes, the silence awakes… her beauty abounds... just makes my heart
ache...”
She told me she was from the mountains in Kentucky
and how much she loved her home and
wanted to return some day. “She comes from the
mountains, A place she calls home…This
place she loves, where she’s not alone…” I knew this was a woman like no other woman
in my life.
“She’s into my life like a song and a
prayer… never before, it just wasn’t there...”
In the days that followed, as we strolled in the
park immersed with spring
fragrances, I knew I would never be the same. “My
life has changed like flowers in
June... A new day is here, smell the lilacs in
bloom.” I found her not only beautiful but
intelligent and I couldn’t stop thinking of her.
“As your beauty comes into focus... My
thoughts are yours, forever yours.” The more I got
to know her, the happier I became.
“For no one has made me happier, filling my life as
completely… As you had made me, caressing me with
your smile when our eyes meet...”
I set out to honor her whenever I could, she was
such a wonderful mother and lover
that I was compelled to tell the world. “If winds
could talk, they’d tell a tale that fills the
soul with love and warmth… And just having known you, my life is for the better…”
Then just like that, something changed and we were
no longer together. “But now
she’s gone like a crisp spring day, and I’m all
alone... with nothing to say…” Where there
once was love, is there no more. “I know not when,
love come and gone… where it ended
or when it begun..”
Today I can only hope and speculate about tomorrow
and what might have been.
“With each day passing only hope is alive… sweet
dreams of a future that did not survive...”
And now, even though it pains me to think of her, I
will continue to love and honor
her because hope and love are good things and good
things never die. “Now, as the sun
settles into night, loneliness reigns, Oh the
pain…”
“All I have left is a song and a prayer… sometimes I
wonder what all I can bear…”
“Love and Honor... what more is there... what
else can be said.
Loving her was an honor; within my music, played my
soul...”
kengie
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