I Will Always Love You
By Dolly Parton
So awesome is the power of love,
we fit together, like hand in glove,
he was a gift, from heaven above,
a love, I once, only dreamed of.
Forever, is what we knew, we'd found,
pledged eternally, to be bound,
planted our feet on solid ground,
but time, for us, could not be found.
Though I stayed, right by his side,
tears seeping, I couldn't hide,
forever, he promised, but he lied,
in my arms, that day, he died.
So now, his rings, my hand adorn,
love, for all time, have I forsworn,
my soul, my life, ripped and torn,
for him, forever, will I mourn.
Life goes on, so they say,
there will come a brighter day,
but inside its dark and gray,
my heart in the gutter wasting away.
By Lady Desdinova
© 2007 Lady Desdinova (All rights reserved)
gone,
questioning
really gone,
he's really gone,
he was so real to me,
now slowly vanishing,
into the land of memory
was it ever real, or just a figment,
how can something so real, just cease to be,
vanishing behind the veil beneath reality,
do illusions, touch you, kiss you,
can a heart and soul be bound,
even in the great beyond,
do you really think they,
will be waiting for us,
when it is our turn,
bridging the veil,
between here,
and there,
really
By Lady Desdinova
© 2007 Lady Desdinova (All rights reserved)
time
Time spent with you was time stopped,
each moment, frozen in my memory,
shy smiles, held in suspended animation,
sensuous touch, preserved in neural longing,
recalled hair grasps, opening wounds,
memorializing, soulful kisses, that used to follow,
words said, echoing in empty halls, where now only ghosts tread,
hours spent, no purpose has replaced, inconsolable aching loneliness,
spirit, indelibly merged with mine, inseparable,
intellect, endlessly searching, for its spark,
heart cadence, calling for, its reason to beat,
clammy nervous hands, holding mine, at the genesis,
possessive grasping, in weeping, fearful knowingness,
the tenderest thumb, stroking descending tears,
forever conjoined, in soul, yet no longer tangible,
time forever ceased, in my essence,
and yet, time marches on.
By Lady Desdinova
© 2007 Lady Desdinova (All rights reserved)
When changing seasons make no sense
Springtime, when new things are born, in nature,
foals frolicking, in fields and meadows,
flowers bursting forth, in color and scent,
tiny birds, with their parents fetching to and fro.
Summer, when everything is warm and alive,
water pours forth from the melting snows, of winter and spring,
crops grow and flourish, with the warmth after their spring germination,
bodies emerge from their thick winter coverings and gather the sun.
Fall, when we harvest what we have planted and sewn,
when all life stores away enough, to last through the winter,
the leaves change hues and then fall to the ground,
condensing through this season, for the barren of winter.
Winter when life, nature, slumbers, cocooned against the cold,
reflecting the barrenness, huddled in oversized sweashirts,
sitting in front of flames, to stare at, to warm us, dancing fire,
time to reflect on what has passed, the time of limbo, inertia.
But what if, it is winter in our soul, what if, we are not ready for spring,
what if the barren winter colds, are more comforting, more in tune,
with how we feel, where it will be forever winter, forever inert,
spring, just a facade, when changing seasons make no sense.
By Lady Desdinova
© 2007 Lady Desdinova (All rights reserved)
A collections of writings from the heart of Samantha Lucia Eastty-Dade
for her Beloved David Lee Dade. Gone, but not forgotten. Ever in this lifetime and one day more.
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