for Suzanne
Lilacs fragrant bloom in the yard no more
old stone pillars chimneys scattered stones
cannot speak of what is past though
they hold secrets imagined
Ebenezer’s to what once was
Dust thou art and unto dust shalt thou return
is the spoken phrase but you did not
perish here no dust is to be found
We long for place but nothing lasts
nothing is forever but love
Only shadows remain in these broken walls
the places we have been are not us
but we are the places we’ve been
Through it all your love has been
all that has mattered
I have carried it with me wherever
I have gone companion in my weakness
my solitude my exultation and my joy
Standing among these ruins of what once was
I realize I am not here but here is me
and
only you always
Yes! Nothing lasts but love…even in ruins, which speak volumes of past glory. Profoundly evocative poetry! Looking forward to more!
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Thank you. Glad it provoked.
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