an incredible moment,
and our hours,
magical hours
where our eyes
mirrored our hearts,
but not nearly enough days
to make months or years
last forever.
I keep looking,
each day, every day,
but it is too late
to find your face
anywhere but in my dreams
or under the moons bright circle.
The world without you
is not magic to me anymore
and is beyond understanding,
but my secret center
still overflows
with the joy and wonderment
of your poetry.
While some souls
have no music in them,
others are steeped in harmony.
You are one of the others,
as am I; our voices echoed together
everywhere and nowhere,
now and forever.
Although your absence
will always sadden my sunsets,
how can I not be eternally grateful
for having loved and been loved,
from dawn to dusk,
in the hightide of this lifetime,
and beyond.
is not just an amassment of yesterdays
and dreams undreamed,
it is filled with hope for my tomorrows.
Even so, oh, what I wouldn’t give
for the joy of being with you...
one minute more.
JOHN
© JOHN PISCATELLA
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