A Song for Lorraine - A Poem
Since you left,
seven years have tolled
their hollow course
ringing grey and empty,
a new void on an old twist
to the final story.
You had the ancient singing skill
to re-write the
faint retreating melody, and you refused
to tell us the words.
"On to the next Adventure!" you
quipped, ever the joker,
bending your thin compelling finger
in inviting conspiracy from the pillow,
knowing that today we could not follow,
that the dimming radiance in your eyes
still glowed here
held in the soft intensity of memory and
the faint beginnings of understanding.
We felt your triumphant smile reach us
like a wisp of feather, bearing our weight
while we arced to the same spot
while we stood in awe and wonder
you flashed out a side window and
on your urgent journey. . ..
© Clark Cook