I am mindful of the quiet that follows <br />and clings in shadows of thought and venery, <br />and I am aware of the haunts and hollows <br />that creep through the cracks inside the wall of me. <br /> <br />Time unravels within long currents of hair, <br />cascading down the curve of my autumn spine. <br />I wait for the then in the here that was there <br />when I was bathed in love-light and you were mine. <br /> <br />I slip into your presence to stroke the light <br />and to wrap your touch around my burning dream <br />as the meadowlark sings from her pale blue height <br />against the rippling echo of the stream. <br /> <br />I wait for the past in the shape of your ghost, <br />pursuing fireflies in the back of my mind, <br />as fog drifts from the tongue of the eastern coast <br />toward tomorrows that time will leave behind. <br /> <br />The blue breath of morning is hushed in your name. <br />Love is calibrated in sad tears of truth. <br />The sunrise is perfect in its gilded frame, <br />gleaming on the door sill of my fading youth. <br /> <br />You live happily in a world of your own. <br />My memory mingles with the rain, with dust; <br />but you live on as a monolith of stone <br />that time cannot diminish nor weather rust. <br /> <br />I sense all your dreams as they launch for the skies <br />and lay their shadow on the breadth of my heart. <br />I love you no matter, whether rest or rise, <br />whether we are together or far apart. <br /> <br />This life is too short and memories too few. <br />The ache has intensified more with the years, <br />and I’ve not forgotten the wonder of you <br />despite the distance and the tracks of my tears.<br /><br />Linda Marie Van Tassell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/haunts-and-hollows/
