The Journey

I read "his" poem today,
The one he sent to me...I'd
Waited for a very long time
And never thought I'd see.

It's words enveloped me,
My eyes anxiously fell
On the words he'd written
As if in some strange spell.

I felt his pulse upon the pages,
The beating of his heart between,
How I know his trembling
Hands, with never having seen.

On and on I continued reading
Each and every line, hungrily,
His possession of imagery and vision
Embedded the same within me.

The words of tunnels and darkness
Coalescing with richness and light,
I felt such powerful emotion
Reading on in sheer delight.

His talk of a quaint little cottage
With flowering hedges, ivy walls, wisteria,
Stirred memories within me of
Things that seemed so familiar.

I walk alongside him now,
This cottage I longed to see;
Though deep within my heart
I felt this would never be.

Our tears coincided as the poem
Concluded...not comprehending it all;
Together we'd been on a journey
That somehow seemed so final.

With each tear that fell, I knew
His heart was troubled, too...
This jouney may have no ending,
Of that, my love, we always knew.

Twilah 2001