Letting Go
Fall came early for me this year
Her soulful amber eyes reflected in the mirror
She crept fast behind me bringing whirlwinds of change
Swept me so far out of range
She whispered she heard my heart's desire
It had stumbled a long journey, weary and tired
The endless possibilities that opened and shut
I lifted my glass to the Fates as they cut
How startled I am to see a wake of doors shut
To say goodbye to an old best friend
To say goodbye to another, I once ached to fit
An odd puzzle piece willing to bend
To say goodbye,Cali-Boi,the tide had threatened to engulf us in
And releasing Darlin' how hard it is
The lingering, flickering flames
That hauntingly echoed her name
Seemed to shadow, seemed to follow
The boat prepares to venture and sail
What disappeared were the handrails
To the cloaked crone, I kneeled and hailed
The last full moon of Summer I glimpsed
My single days, squeezed and rinsed
How could I pay homage for the ultimate gift?
The Crone approached, and lifted my chin
Kissed me with her crimson lips
Imparting all her wisdom and tips
The chalice of love, to carefully sip
The chalice of love I carefully sip.
Fall came early for me this year
Her soulful amber eyes reflected in the mirror
She crept fast behind me bringing whirlwinds of change
Swept me so far out of range
She whispered she heard my heart's desire
It had stumbled a long journey, weary and tired
The endless possibilities that opened and shut
I lifted my glass to the Fates as they cut
How startled I am to see a wake of doors shut
To say goodbye to an old best friend
To say goodbye to another, I once ached to fit
An odd puzzle piece willing to bend
To say goodbye,Cali-Boi,the tide had threatened to engulf us in
And releasing Darlin' how hard it is
The lingering, flickering flames
That hauntingly echoed her name
Seemed to shadow, seemed to follow
The boat prepares to venture and sail
What disappeared were the handrails
To the cloaked crone, I kneeled and hailed
The last full moon of Summer I glimpsed
My single days, squeezed and rinsed
How could I pay homage for the ultimate gift?
The Crone approached, and lifted my chin
Kissed me with her crimson lips
Imparting all her wisdom and tips
The chalice of love, to carefully sip
The chalice of love I carefully sip.
2 Comments:
At 6:41 AM, LARRY said…
wow...that was just beautiful
At 8:17 AM, C said…
Indeed!You should think about publising a Ray Sunshine book of poems.
Cheers
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