I do my poetry mostly when in bed.
No writing because it takes place in my head.
I think I will remember each word and line.
But I do not remember, and that’s fine.
This keeps my desire to create fresh and true.
And it often brings a picture of you.
I like that best having you on my mind.
To me it is simply that you are one of a kind.
And I will love you till the end of time.
–oo0oo–
I do not claim to know what is beyond.
I do not claim to know what will be found.
Life itself is full of things we cannot know.
Until they happen, until they show.
And then we know what is false and what is true.
I so want to believe you are in a place where I will be with you.
That, without a doubt, you wait for me, and it will be.
A fact that I will join you one day,
And we will hug and kiss and laugh and play.
–oo0oo–
You watch over me. I feel your love.
Not physical, but something beyond and above.
When I am in bed, I often reach for you.
But you are not there, and I know this is true.
Still, I reach, wondering where you are.
I feel you all around, and from me, not very far.
I know you are not in pain, and for this I am glad.
And it’s normal that I often feel so sad.
That I miss you is truth, and not bad.
–oo0oo–
I do not claim to know what is beyond.
I do not claim to know what will be found.
Life itself is full of things we cannot know.
Until they happen, until they show.
And then we know what is false and what is true.
I so want to believe you are in a place where I will be with you.
That, without a doubt, you wait for me, and it will be.
A fact that I will join you one day, I hope to see.
Is my love for you the key?
I wonder at all those things. I wonder at what my passing will bring.
Beautiful.
I love you Sy.