A Place Called Kangaroo

Mother Earth provides commentary on a man grieving over a lost love.

                     
      A Place Called Kangaroo

 

She grabbed his hand, he smiled and said
"What would I ever do,
without you here, my love, my dear,
in this place called Kangaroo."

"You'll never know," she told him so
as the wind played with her hair.
"I'll follow you to the end and on.
I'll be with you everywhere."

The water spoke with the leaves and trees
of the scene beside the shore
"Does he know?" "I do think so."
"I've seen him here before."

"I've seen him too," the rocks declared
to the water, trees, and leaves.
"For I was here when the love began
for the one who he now grieves."

"She's gone?" "She's dead?" "She's left this world."
"But i can feel her in my roots."
"Dead she is, but gone she's not,
her spirit, this world suits."

"Her spirit warms his soul so cold
yet cleaves his heart in two.
The two worlds meet, there at his feet
in this place called Kangaroo."

"There's something there." "Something unseen?"
"Yes, something in the air."
The man breaths in the faintest scent
of his fallen love's sweet hair.

"It's that smell, my love, your smile too,
 and the brilliant light you brought.
I miss it all, and keep you safe
where death's hand can't be caught"

"Tis sad." "Agreed." "A tragic fare."
"So now he walks alone?"
"Have you not heard?" "She's with him still."
"Her light, it still is shown."

The wind swirls 'round the man with force,
and engulfs him with embrace.
She hugs her love like long ago
and kisses twice his face.

"I'll be with you," echoed the wind
she pressed her message through
"I'll stay here, my love, my dear
in this place called Kangaroo."
 

 

Reviews

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Wow! This is amazing
I can feel this
You can write a mean poem.