A LOVE (RE)MOVED

Maya Angelou speaks of loving in and out of time
As she holds near the possibility of love
I have lost time
And I have lost love
The keeper of my time has moved on
On to a place where space does not exist anymore
As these memories are fast fading
The construct of my existence lays shattered
Broken pieces of yesterday
The reflections puzzled

What is this place?

The purveyor of my love
Now stands alone
On a far off shore
The sight of that passing love
Touch deep inside

I smile

Out of this misery hope is born
Love prevails
Even though far removed
It is like the taste of ginger that lingers
Like the smell of sunflowers
In the midday sun
Like your touch so long ago…

George A. Hill
August 2009