How did it happen that the eternal love <br />that once pervaded this room vanished <br />like the morning haze upon the lake today? <br />And how does it happen that I have <br />turned up in my destination as I leave you, <br />and you will depart from here as you stay? <br /> <br />I will gingerly maroon my memories <br />upon some undiscovered, serene shore. <br />I will watch the inexhaustible horizon <br />as they kiss the edge of the ocean floor. <br />The old sun will rest and it will tower <br />to open for me a wide welcoming door. <br /> <br />Raindrops are falling but they will stop. <br />The cold, cold winds will begin to howl. <br />Apprehensions and hopes now fill my air <br />as the bitter-sweet truth rings in my soul: <br />My joyous arrival is my sad departure; <br />My sweet victory is my poignant fall. <br /> <br />(for Rose; 11 Dec 1999)<br /><br />Cheryl L. DaytecYañgot<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/parting-29/
