In loving memory of DeVante'...
my reason for writing ... always.
~Fragments Of Rhyme~
Whispered words wept promise ... over borrowed time,
poetic promises kept ... epitaphs engraved in endless rhyme.
Stirs of echoes taking flight ... across midnight's silver blue,
night's sky draped in a veil of stars ... moonlit in emerald hues.
Winter's white winds pirouette ... snow falls in silent silhouette,
pen in hand wrought with regret ... muted muse unable to forget.
Fragments of verse written in vain ... shadowed by sorrow's refrain,
a poet cursed in aching abstain ... the words fail but the need remains.
By candle light in late of night's spill ... impatiently praying for inspire's instill,
*You are there, yet here with me still* ... my pen's last word, my heart's until.
~Whispers On The Wind~
A whispering wind blows warm
across midnight's blue frost.
And like so many times before,
I return to this sacred place
to kneel beneath my endless sky of you.
Returning to a moment engraved in time,
returning to the day where I witnessed forever.
Here, at the jade water's edge
the feathered pines, the wintered white birch,
and the heathered willows weep with me.
For they too, witnessed the glory
of your season's change.
Here, where two winters
have now come and gone,
the ground is still warm
with your presence ... as am I.
For it was here that you
braided my hair with strands of sunlight.
Here, where you turned my tears into
crystal blue butterflies
then set them free
in your breeze of forgiveness.
It was here that you made
time stand still and carried me
across the threshold of your soul
allowing me to see the world
through your emerald eyes.
In that moment born of your insight
the pearl and opaline clouds parted,
and the sapphire sky opened up
so that I could catch a glimpse
of heaven. So I could warm
in it's promise of innocence reborn.
So I would no longer be afraid
to let go of you when the time came.
And it is here that I have come again tonight,
my path illuminated by the silver iced moon.
I come to touch the traces left behind,
to inhale the inspiration
your vision left inside of me.
Sometimes, I come to scream at the stars
and cry to the sky, pleading, wondering,
where have my words gone?
Why cant I find the rhymes to define?
Why cant I still find the words to do you justice?
And it is here in this place where we touched infinite,
that I finally come to understand.
Here, you cradled my face in your hands
and the world fell away.
Here, our love for one another
rose above us and shined down
in healing rays of warmth and promise.
And in that profound moment in time
we shared the same breath ...
shared the same heart beat.
And so it should only be here
that it all becomes so clear.
You, who took my breath away
time after time. You, who breathed color
and inspiration into my muted world.
It could only be you who still
touches me in places so deep that it
takes my words away as you take my breath.
So I wont question the silence any more.
I wont scream at the stars nor cry to the sky.
I'll just lace my fingers in your memory's trace
and watch your seasons dance upon the water.
Here, I will linger in your whispering winds.
And as the stars rain down on me ...
as you turn my tears into poetry,
I breathe again in the quiet comfort
of knowing that when I need you the most,
just like tonight ...
you will come and touch down again.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
2 years ago tonight ... my butterfly took merciful flight.
I love you Vante' forever ... and then more.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
In the time we've known
That we each are a part of one another
We've lost as much as we have won
And as our lives have grown
We have found that it only brings us pain
To hang on to the things that we have done ...
Still I love ... the times you've come
*thank you to Lady In White for the phrase*
[This message has been edited by Janet Marie (01-01-2002 01:37 AM).]