Gardenias Bloom-2 Poem by Lonnie Hicks

Your hair by the sea blew
gardenia-scented
drawing from me sudden breath
in light
summer-hued.

Images replay;
I am shuddering;
Chalk-board mind screeching,
soul freezing
cacophonies waving mid-air.
I am grainy sand
sifting.

My memories then engulfted me
I was again
a petal in the gardenia bloom
you wore that day; 'adieu.'

We planned to have sailed together
Spring or Summer wed
spend the holidays Wintering;
but Fall we did
onto the Ruins of Mis-Trust,
sad flowers plucked,
seasons grayed
into cold night
we marched to the precipice;
heartache shrouded;
I a crushed-flower
shattered;
you tragic bound;
we
both left behind
wounds unhealed,
memories consigned
to the wailing room
shut away
on misty shelves
on grief-laden doilies
hoping one day each would give in
sweeping out
crevices in hearts
un-entombed
perhaps released back in time
to Lovingness
cuts healed
from time refreshed.

But Time alone did not erase.
Pain alone is Contemplation’s Grace
ultimately
uplifting us miraculously from faded mists,
drew us here
to the same place
by accident
hearts to retrace
and test
wounds and gardenia scents;
hesitancy now embraced;
wounds un-staked;
we begin to dance here once again,
memories' waltz
in the magical air-light

forced by circumstance
to retrace love's glance;
holding hands
we renewed
as if it were only yesterday.
I said 'I love you'
and I do
having cleaned off my doily-shelf
now un-dusty,
un-used and.blooming.