Autumn Sunsets

It's your birthday
and as another Autumn sunset approaches,
I can see us
meeting for the first time
along the New England shores
 to share adventures
from footprints of traveled miles
we distanced in time
Excited to be greeting you finally
face to face
you wait for me to join you
Quietly....as I approach you
I attempt to catch up
with my own breath
 

Standing there, amazed I am
amidst the beauty
and the nakedness of the moment,
as the Earth permits our presence
--our present to each other--
to conjugate
I notice the clouds over us
cover us
as they begin to form the answers
I tried so hard not to give
Instinctively...your arms call for me,
wide open,
as they encircle me,
your heart warming mine,
bringing me in real time
to the peace you so often wanted to give to me
inside the safety
of this long awaited hug

We exchange subliminal thank yous
for all the love
we shared for each other

Our sanctified love
is finally consummated
The reverence in your soft unnamed smiles
and engaging embrace
humbled me
Your wisdom,
beyond my years
and beyond the hills I have climbed,
 makes me feel closer to you
even though I am older
and despite where our paths have lead

I wonder can you tell
how much I've missed you,
though I've never met you
So much...that you have me glowing
like a long lost love returning home
You feed me strength
from wherever you are,
 you call it some kind of internal earned freedom
that no one should ever be able
to take away from you

I plan to bask in it, today

 
We walked towards the car
silhouetted in an excited, anxious stride,
almost like children at play,
not knowing what to expect
but totally expecting to be enlightened
along the way
And, with my back
against the orange sunsets
I pledged to myself
and to Him who
made this day possible
we're going to have a wonderful day

I stop right in front of you
knowing it would surprise you
 as something whispers,
"hug her again"
So...I hug you again
 like no body's watching
and like nobody else exists
I'm sure everyone around us understands
I promise you
this is not the last time

Inside your arms at last...
now the rest of the story
can be told
 My eyes search the heavens
whispering in gratitude
of a friendship that grew
from patience and respect
We finally have a name
to apply to those moments
that smiles just take over,
a contour to hold onto
when we need a hug
and now
we have a time to return to
when our presence can't attend

 In that golden afternoon,
abstractly called evening,
faraway never seemed so near
as in the poems we wrote,
the stories we told,
and to the memories that never grow old

Impossible has lost it's strength
anger has eased
and with no explanation needed
we have these short but sweet
 minutes to seize
 
With eyes like photographers
...
we snapped each others picture
You call me
woman of life and soul
full of love
and I call you
....
Inspiration






jakuper 11/22/10