Chapter 3 Saying Goodbye

Its hard leaving one you love, Its even harder to move on...

Saying Goodbye

 

Chapter 3

 

It’s been a year now that you have passed on, passed on to what I call heavens gates, It’s been twelve years, the last time we made love, it was New Years Eve 1998.

 

That of a fire burns in this yacht's hearth,

it soothes that of both man and woman's inner souls.

 

That of framed seashells they hang upon its walls,

beautiful, enchanting it is, this yacht were on,

romantic - Its Old English Style, and rustic warmth,

warmth that embraces its walls.

 

Walls with photos of white sailing sails,

windblown they are,

out to their home of all places,

the sea.

 

The hands of time now shows

half past midnight,

what was day now rises upon another man's land,

hearing the melody of Frank Sinatra's voice

I whisper upon your ear -

Baby, that is the voice of a sailor.

 

This black lace top blouse, I see you wear,

exposing the beauty of your heart, your breast,

ever so close and clear, I won't look the other way

can't take my eyes off the beautiful woman you are.

 

Hearing other boats coming in and going out to sea,

feeling the waves rock this yacht back and forth

I lean close towards you I kiss you,

your beautiful sweet tender lips,

tasting the fragrance of wine we just sipped.

 

Two parcel empty glasses of red wine

still set, waiting for you and I to take another sip

we do, we both just smile upon the thought

the thought of making love, you are beautiful,

my mind whispers to me

I smell the scent of lavender on you.

 

You tell me that you bathe in it every night

before you bed down and curl up

with a nice romantic book, one that helps you sleep.

 

Behind this old Victorian love seat

we both hold each other on,

rests an old cherry redwood sofa table

line with that of a tea stained colour

laced eyelet runner

to protect its smooth hard surface.

 

Decorated with a silver bowl of fresh strawberries

and a dipping tray of chocolate

half of the berry's already been dipped

and are ready to be eaten.

 

I reach behind you to get one

leaning ever so close to your ear I whisper

may I, putting a berry up to your lips

watching them part as you bite down onto it.

 

Its juice's run down the corner of your lip,

still slightly apart, I kiss you for a long while

we pause, looking into each other's eyes again.

 

We smile; we drift off into the arms of a new sunrise,

the waves of a song, the song of sea gulls

are heard once again,

our children running up and down the dock,

they fly their kites in the wind,

I smile, you smile, we whisper...

 

Happy New Years My Love

 

Oh the memories of us two, there etched into the walls of this heart of mine, two fine children we raised, a boy and then a girl, just the order you wanted. Now they have grown and started families of their own.

 

I now sit upon that same old wooden bench we always sat on, the day of each wedding anniversary, nothing special but recapturing that same memory repeatedly.

 

Remember how many times I picked a red rose from its bush and handed it to you while sitting there next to you sharing moments of love, I still pick a red rose every year and lay it upon that grave stone of yours.

 

Yes I still shed a tear, missing you so, now I watch them dig away at the ground were that red rose bush grew. Another memory as I watch its beauty die along with you... Yes, I have made up my mind, hearing these lips of mine whisper back into my soul as I write you one final note upon the pages of this red rose journal of love.

 

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I do not want to go - I whispered in your ear, kissing your sweet tender cheek, feeling a tear roll down my cheek.

 

I do not want to let you go

I want to continue

Watching candlelight

Dance in your eyes

 

It was not until time stood still

Stood alone

I decided to continue moving in

Moving in upon the shadows

Of another full moon

Its shadows weep watching me cry,

The darkness of death

It beds its self down to die

Lying still and quite in the cold

Watching warmth warm you soul

 

The game of escape

Two steps outside

Watching you walk

Walk the shores of another life

Wanting you to look back

Into my eyes, watch the death

Of our sun fall into darkness,

Into the arms of dusk

 

I now see a new sunrise

Rise into the eyes and arms

Of an angel, an angel of a mute girl

A beautiful blond blue eyed angel

Angel of love rising high

Upon this dying lonely, heart of mine...

 

I have traveled the lonely road without you sitting by my side; I am now ready to move on, on into a new sunrise of life.

 

The day she looked into my eyes, it was newness of life; she was willing to teach me everything I wanted to know...

 

Remembering the day, she walked towards me - My eyes just lit up the sky and I smiled as I watched her smile back upon me.

 

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Alone, I now wait for my friend

the sea gulls, the sea, its ocean of waves, its sunrise,

its melody of coastal harbors, the fisherman,

the tugboat, small but mighty,

my eyes see its power push and pull

its large ships in and out of their home of the sea.

 

The dock I sit upon,

it rocks back and forth with in-coming waves,

sounds of birds off in the distant horizon

they glide in and out of the sky,

a kite dancing in the now afternoon winds

overlooking, looking down upon a small seaport village.

 

She now walks towards me,

her long blond hair combed by seas breeze fingers,

oh how I wish they were mine, my finger's stroking her hair,

skin fair and soft looking,

her cheeks sun kissed by that of a now setting sun.

 

My smile, the same grin she always sees

when she walks by, smiling at me,

does she know my thoughts

like I know that of the landscape,

the landscape that surrounds her and I,

its melody I hear in this hearts soul of my mind,

its a song, its music to that of my eyes.

 

The sun now sets,

the beauty of it all now rest upon twilight's last hour

where daylight falls into the arms of darkness

her love waits, they both dance

to that of a romance, a romance of a love affair,

a love affair captured by the words I now write,

seeing them both lie down together

amongst a bed of night stars,

falling stars,

shooting stars grazing across this harbor night sky.

 

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An angel dressed in white cotton linen, seeing the sun’s ray’s dance upon and through her, nurturing the hunger in my eyes.

 

It’s now time to say goodbye and let you go, like I remember you wanting me to. It’s now time my love to open my heart and let a new love in.

 

This beautiful blue eyed blond girl, yes she's no longer a girl as we both have grown old together sharing a love amongst letters, poems and, phrases written to one another showing this new generation how we love through our times of tribulation and error.

 

Is this the end of loving you - No - You were my first love - You were my last love and, you will never be replaced as long as this red rose journal of love is read over and over again, but as you said the day before you closed your eyes one last time - I have to let you go and move on. 

© 2010 Arthur Henn

 

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[Cherrie Palmer]

...Angel of love rising high Upon this dying lonely, heart of mine...
most beautiful, Art