SPIRITUAL CONSENT . . .

SPIRITUAL CONSENT ~ A Message From The Mrs, Passed


IN THE STILL OF THE NIGHT
I watch you as you sleep -
I hover over you
as the moonlight washes over your
beautiful face.
I sigh,
focusing in on your lips so perfect -
once so familiar with my own.
My breath hitches as
in your slumber,
they move, forming my name -
hoarsely, almost inaudibly.
I wonder if they miss my kiss
as my kiss so misses them
I reach out to touch you
but my fingers,
slightly trembling,
fall considerably short.
I move closer to you
yet
you are still without my reach
I cannot touch you
altho indeed, I can feel you
for while you are there -
right there,
I, in actuality,
am not.
I am a lifetime away from you
I visit you,
watch you often -
studying you.
Oh, how it saddens me -
your reluctance -
your fear to share
your so very precious love
as you once shared it with me
before death took me from your
so very warm embrace
once upon a time now gone.

This time I am here on a mission,
specific -
to absolve you of any and all promises
you've ever made to me that night as you cried
uncontrollably
while my life
ebbed from me -
promises that might preclude you
from enjoying it again -
a love even remotely as
precious and mutually cherished
as that which we shared.
You have that love now -
it is well within your grasp -
I implore you to not push it away.
Reach for it, baby,
as it is so clearly, unconditionally
reaching out to you.
Touch it, my love, embrace it,
nurture it
and
it's yours
for the taking
and, too, for the keeping
as will be ours
from now until long past the final days
of
FOREVER . . .

"Eyes"
08/11/08