Without You- my Love
By Tony DeLorger © 2011
I am as dry as the wind that brushes my face, my gaze lost to the memory of you. How you haunt me with those deep dark eyes that hollow out my soul and leave me exposed and prostrate in a desert of loneliness. Parched under a cruel sun I am bleached of life, my skin like parchment, and the words of my life fading, without you.
Lost in moments passed, I reach out longingly for the touch of your hand, the silken reminder of what love held. My heart aches for that single undeniable truth that once gave meaning to my life, alone. One single arbour, under which played out our life together; blooms above like stars in the heavens, a canopy of protection and the sanctum of a love so pure.
I pray my heart to find this elusive love that once swept me away in a shallow breeze of honeysuckle and the warm embrace of summers gone. Our steps engraved upon the earth like pioneers forging new lands, have driven me to hopes of renewal, reinstatement.
Alone I am but one-half of my potential, a scavenger of what once was, your love my soul's cradle, the nourishment of my core. I crave that warmth, beheld in a soft cloud of reason and in the presence of radiating life. You brought me to peace, that part of me that recognised the eternal beauty of being. What hearts share is irreplaceable, definitively singular and under the gaze of a benevolent creator. Who am I without you?
I walked with you by my side, your hand in mine, our words in soft whispers that no-one else could hear. Blades of grass stood tall as we passed, yeaning to hear the secret breath of love. Birds silenced, their songs paled to that of our hearts in surrender. Wandering without purpose we infused with nature’s bliss, its harmonious state of sharing. Those moments brought us the clarity of life.
How I regret this loss, the hole inside me vast and bare. If I could but rewind the ravages of time, that relentless reminder of loss, I would hold you once again. I would know that you will always be there, our hearts fused in life and death. But you have stepped away from love, left angels wanting and their tears the sadness of heavens loss. Now, our hands are worlds apart, reaching in futile hope across oceans vast.
I can no longer fight the pain, keep reliving the dream. You are gone and life remains without you. The scent of you, your touch and loving gaze are gone forever, and my heart is less of a heart because of it. One day this ache will leave me, abandon its persistent torture. Until then my souls will rest ever vigilant, in waiting for the potential of love. What is broken can find salvation in the arms of love. I know this to be true because where there is life, there can be love.