” I love you “
These words that he said
A thousand lifetimes ago.
A thousand women weeping
A thousand flowers burned.
The poem,
Just written for someone, somewhere
Once.
Beloved
A wife
A daughter
A love.
About the archeology of her smile,
About her hidden voice,
The joyful noise of her child
Or just the way she laughed,
Poised, in the mirror
Or running thru the grass
Or thru the fields
Of forever.
For these words
Were said, were written
A thousand lifetimes ago,
A thousand women weeping
A thousand flowers burned.
The poem,
Just written for someone, somewhere
Once.
About the archeology of her smile,
About the way she loved
About the life she lived with you
About the world she touched
For this is her true story
Written in the voices of each life.
Civilization, man or woman
And of their rise or fall.
For without her or her
Beauty, her eyes, or her smile?
Why there would be
No “his-story” ever written
At all.
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R.M. Engelhardt 2012