5/7/11
Copyright 2011 Gordon Kuhn
Poet in the Rain
Ghosts came walking late last night.
They came when the shadows had melted,
Melted and blended into a dark canopy.
When all about me the world was more than still.
Still more than quiet and deeper than I could ever tell,
Or share with you the peace that came about me to stay.
How it came to fold me in its arms and kept me throughout the night that way,
When the ghosts, so well known to me, came walking last night.
They have stood close now for forty-six years, so there was no cause for fright,
We all were so clear in each the other’s sight, so close we might
Touch one another——and did, and wrapped our arms about each in greeting;
In greeting, as the mists of distance fell away, and time melted and fell away.
And, we were as we once had been, on a beach of sand in another land.
Then, in brotherhood, I reached out and shook each man’s warm hand,
As tears came, for my heart was full and breaking, and it could not remain still;
For, I then recalled, it was the anniversary of our blood brotherhood
When they came walking and talking to my heart of hearts.
They then found an opening to my soul to which they brought cleansing tears,
And were able to wash away the pain I’d lived with for so many years.
Then dawn came upon us and broke the fragile spell and left me with this memory to try to tell;
Of the anniversary when their ghosts came walking in the night,
And were so close I could touch each one and hear their voices,
And we spoke of life’s choices and I knew the day is not too far distant
When the Ghosts will come walking and take me from this place,
To be forever with them where the land meets the sky and the sea.
For, in time, that is where we shall all be, the ghosts, you and me
Where memories of the real leave for the living more than a trace,
A haunting trace of what was once and is now called memory.
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