THE YEAR NEVER TO BE FORGOTTEN

As I walk
through the dimness of daylight
as a solitary man,
I am here to confess confusion
for the year 2007.

I can only trust that the invisible
cloud of sadness that saturated my soul
the day my lady left,
will not drift in a strong wind,
across the sea and back,
for an extended visit in 2008.

I alternate between being
and not being.
Like a metronome
in need of repair,
my tick and my timing
are slightly off.
Even so, my music resonates
because it is Florine's music,
and my voice is wedded
to hers, soul to soul.

Although there were many moments
worthy of nostalgia,
the essential thing missed
in the year never to be forgotten,
is that hers is the only music
that I have ever understood,
and, without her poetry and mine,
she would be silenced forever,
like the dark side of the moon.

Her love song
will neither vanish
nor reach its final note
while I have her music in me.
You will hear her melody
and taste the symphony of flavors
that reflect a life of value and substance.

Her odyssey is mine,
and mine is yours, if,
among the multiple paths of life,
you choose to walk down
the streets of my world with me.

As I listen to my heart,
I find lost poems
that give voice to a love
that had a beginning
in a distant afternoon,
and an ending that never was...

or will be.

© JOHN PISCATELLA