Resurrection

    A barren time, a famine
    so long searching the horizons of her life
    for his shape, his figure, his remembrance
    or some fading, slight resemblance
    but hope had flown
    time had blown all away,
    wistful hopes of resurrection
    cause heart leaps, emotions creep
    creep from buried memories
    where she had lain him to rest
    in a box of poems
    "Rest in Peace" she had said
    feeling no malice
    only sadness streaked her tears
    streaked the box as many
    times as it was opened
    growing fainter through the year
    growing fainter with her hope
    as time blew away her fear
    ruffling the pages of his silent refrain
    making him sweet memories
    in the canyons of her brain

    She's a journey through the desert
    And she's travail on the sea
    She's been tears of a lover
    And grieved as if bereaved

    Their sudden resurrection comes by chance
    heart leaps for heart's remembrance
    and sighs for sweet hope revisited
    Longing for the longing as
    longing often does
    Feelings flood and rush to surface
    swirling, flushed and soundly hushed...
    Afraid to bare her heart too much
    Afraid to reach and try to touch
    Afraid not to take the chance at hand
    But oh afraid to hold too tight
    and so afraid to hold too light
    in fact afraid to hold at all
    For holding is to risk a loss
    and expectations double-cross

    Silent cries of longing swallowed by the veil
    her heart's visions turn to pale
    playing captive to his whim
    yet pondering on what ceased to be
    keeps him safe in her memory
    within her box of poetry
    While sweet reunion, resurrection
    births anxious hopes for new direction

    But she can't become a desert
    And once more travail upon a sea
    She has no more tears for lovers
    And can't bear to be bereaved

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