ten years of being gone,
but always by my side,
when
happiness comes my way:
with a strange man,
making thirsty love
(started crying,and closed my eyes)
forgive me, love
for i was burning
for a touch,
dry desert scorching for a drop..
in Oxford and in Cottswalds
we walked together
on narrow streets
and drank warm beer in pubs.
in Ceahlau,Durau
dancing the night away
at a colt -ish pace
a hungarian
with tuica on our breath.;
on Caraiman,crossing
towards the big cross,
on my 50th birthday
we were breathing together
the crisp air
and hugged the mountain flowers
on the waters of Chesapeke bay
sailing by,
little fishing towns.
we were on the boat together,
(and Harold at the helm)
discovering the sunsets
all over again.
in the mountains of West Virginia
with a man that was drinking me up
with his eyes,
and i was tending to his graves.
we were skiing together ,as always,
in the swiss Alps , with Carla,,
in Keystone,Utah,Montana,
Whistler and West Virginia..
you gave me dancing powers
at weddings...
you gave me safe rules to live by
you never deserted me in my dreams..
the void was real only in our children's hearts
no father to listen to their thoughts
to see them grow into women,
becoming mothers and wives
no father to tell them:
"you are everything i was hoping in a child."
the void in you
growing each day...
o, poor man,
dressed in titles to cover an empty wall,
bufoon to lowest lives in town
with their delusions of painting intelligence
on their hypocryitical existence,
commercing souls for sale
and dragging God in their sewer ..
o poor man
died in a useless war
ten years ago
and left us with a wish...
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