Charles Timothy

(Sydney)

Streetwalking


 
        The morning you left work to go
             I relished peace forbade harsh words
             The night before
             No forgiving could ego perform
             Yet ache conquered entered night

             The day you left a final visit to perform
             Mother to view with rosary clasped
             That ache failed leaving
             Though reason sated your return
             Memory of love lightened my soul 
          
             The last time you left abroad to go
             Sleeping not night before
             Dripping exciting memories ahead
             Until visiting dreaded news
             My aching aeons came                                                                  .                      
                                                 
             The even your soul left your love left
             My senses faulted 
             Body wretched, Soul emptied
             Mind beset, memory quickening
             Black  nothing unto night

             Streetwalk endless aching
             Memories of you
             Beacon blue eyes tender touches
             Lithe limbed languid curves
             Smells and smiles and night kisses

             Tar streets glistening settled rain
             Reaching blue gums set sharply neon lamps
             Crisp chilled air as fog falls
             Abiding loves echos lest self befalls   
             The memories as crystals come.
                 
             Streetwalk endless aching
             Memories of you
             Easy humor loving slings
             Honest edged chiding the better be 
             Wanting and longing  
             The memories as crystals come

             Useful reason form of heaven
             Ringing gong cymbals clashing
             Loves memories do endure
             Transcending eternal waters   
             Far shores to meet
             
             As  loves echoes pass into  night
             And sunset slips love away  
             As brilliant moon lights love lost
             Memories  transcend nightmares
             Themselves to meet  
   
             One night Your Self left
             But left not me
             Your Love left 
             But leaves not 

             
               
   
             
  
          
                                                                       

Submitted: Wednesday, September 18, 2013
Edited: Thursday, September 19, 2013

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