by Deborah Brooks Langford on Sunday, November 13, 2011 at 12:54pm
This morning she writes
To see you she may say
She has no greater joy than to see his face
Her mind is clear
And she happens to know
Then he began to speak in a calming voice
That she have sought so many times before
In her minds eye.
The longing has come like a thousand lifetimes
As a splendid of love as two can become
He made eyes for her as his face bore a telltale flush
The morning after
Riding in the backseat for two
At church they did go.
As she was breathing and glowing
From the debts above
As she whispered
“I love you, I always have.”
He backed away a step and nodded then signed
With a look of love everlasting she saw
Thanksgiving will come and go she knows
And Christmas and lights will be all a glow.
But the love will be shared as time goes on.
As she carried her case in her arms
Wondering what the future shall bring
There were sugar maple fires smoking
Hungry pains were filling her now
She heard a whining like a distant siren
As she took to her stage one more time
One day not now the time will come
To be so long in his arms
As her mind soars on this Sunday day
The warmth shall fall upon her head
To see the one that isn’t there.
A love so long so dear
Remember his words
She knows no more
Alone in her room with the door closed
With soft music ever so low
As her MIND SOARS alone again.
BY: POET DEBORAH BROOKS-LANGFORD
©Copyright 2011 Deborah Brooks-Langford