The Love You Knew We Could Be

 

I miss my cousin,

I miss more I miss people,

Real people neither white ghosts

Or black shadows, but people,

 

I miss life too,

Always have done as I sit

Nursing injury and wondering,

Wondering whether

They are nearer cures.

Or whether my hopes should fade?

 

I long for my death when I shall live

Once again,

Live amongst the shines

That cast dark features

That play and dance,

And can never succumb

To fears we place first on Earth,

 

I long for the love of my wife

In eternal kinship,

And that my children

Hold the spirit my cousin dared bare,

Hold it in awe and marvel

And dance at its wonder,

And that,

And that,

Everything good we once were,

Lasts forever in Godlike hearts,

Hearts that never die,

Or expire.

 

Michael J Waite 27th May 2014.