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