Fight No More Forever

This one is for my wife.

My world is one made of longing. My saddle gets dusty sunshine in waves of aspen welcomes. I’m riding toward you slowly. If only I could touch you, but like snowfall May you fly before me. The action of time abhors me. I wail when wind comes to find me. Bones of the skin of my memory. My love, liquid hours take the form of a solid body, a strong hand is the keeper of my days, the arm of labor is a weapon of tough steel shrouded, and made to my arm to hammer. Leather, my muscles of working .You are soft and I wish to be with you, but Iron and thunder cover my miles to the western watches. Remember the night of love when the hour was over? I held you, and you me, and the World paused into still glory. Do you remember the story? It was like songs that are carved in wood forsaking what the stone says. Wood fades and does not remain, and yet its carving is more dear to me then stone, my longing for you reminds me that I’m alone. My words corrupt to the truth of touch, and foreign to capturing feeling. And what of the reeling, riding though meadows, looking though timber to the sunlight mountain? At the top there lives a fountain. And I long to find you there and lay upon your lap and dream no longer. For in that place where struggles cease then dies my aching hunger. Skies of blue and into you, my love a stream of essence, I wish to rest beneath your breast and fight no more forever. For blankets wool to cover soil and tears of joyful treasure.

October 26

Diana Allbrett

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A very thoughtful and well written piece...Thank you for sharing...:)........................