03/10/2014
Well Remembered Hair:
'To what
can I
compare your Hair?
The perfect metaphor eludes.
A breath of air?
A sultry stare?
A Bagatelle?
A Summer Day?
To what
can I
compare your Hair?
Its shining,
vibrant, attitude?
Unalterable compass
to my heart-
No matter what
the Latitude.
A day in June,
would make me swoon-
Or kissing,
under Harvest Moon.
Black tresses fall,
upon my chest,
while nuzzling deep
in Winter's Breast.
To what can I
compare your Hair?
While I am here?
And You are there?
While,
lonely-
both,
Love,
We go separately
through days?
Cold,
uncaring miles:
Indifferent Calendar,
You have no power
O'er Us-
You cannot ununite
United Hearts-
Cold Calendar.
You cannot fathom-
Break-
The secret smiles
we share-
Her Goodness,
Kindness,
Grace.
All that I see and feel,
While feeling her
soft hand in mine;
while running fingers through
the Glory of Her Hair.
And so,
Past seconds,
minutes,
hours,
and days-
Past all this life's cruel
melancholy bonds-
Her lovely,
Hair-
Pain streaked,
it's true-
It Sings
to me.
With selflessness-
With sacrifice-
With fortitude.
I don't delude
myself at all,
I know
Her Soul-
I see
the toll
that daily,
Sacrifice of Self
has made.
So I can say
with certitude-
Through strength
of Sure and
Certain Love:
I do reject.
I do dismiss:
Distance.
And lying Time's
vile lassitude.
At long last, Love,
It's simply this-
Midst Summer,
Spring,
Fall,
Winter's Kiss...
The bliss of finding
one lone strand,
When I,
when low,
As oft I am-
The gift of just
a single strand-
Blasts all
Comparisons.
And in that
Single Strand,
At last-
Comparisons aside-
I gently,
Softly,
Find a bit
of heartfelt,
strongly prayed for
peace.
Today.
Tomorrow.
And the past,
of bliss.
Within a comb,
or bathroom floor,
or pillow where
I lonely wake.
I do not hesitate.
On seeing-
touching this
small bit of You-
It gives me hope.
It summons strength,
and Faith in Future
comes from such
a simple,
sublime,
unthought Token-
And I
gain Grace,
without You here-
Within a
Single Strand
of well loved,
longed for,
well remembered Hair.'
For my Marcy
March 10,2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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