Tuesday, March 19, 2013

He Needed to Know

...a Word Whisperer's chapter chronicling the Diary of the Falling Dominoes



He Needed to Know...

Waking up... from a startling dream, 
the sweat soaked sheets were cold 
as the frosty autumn of his life. 
Staring at the ceiling, 
with eyes wide open, 
varying subtle tones of light
filtered through the tree branches 
by way of the open window.

Each moment’s hue flickered 
as the clouds opened and closed the night sky
like the blink of an eye;
each wink of azure allowing the moonlight 
to come shining through
He felt an undeniable obsession 
with the bittersweet reverie
of such a poignant awakening ...

Constantly sifting through 
the mind's dust and ashes 
searching for the clues and missing pieces.
He needed to know there was a reason
to believe his life was not lived in vain...
Those countless years of feeling he never belonged, 
haunted the empty space on the sheets beside him 
on this darkest of lonesome nights.

Oh… he was certain, in the very deepest depths 
of the heart of his soul 
... he had loved infinitely,
throughout the many changing seasons of his life.
He needed to know that the unrequited love 
he had felt was not just a reflection 
revealing the tender love shared 
from the depths of his hopelessly lonely heart ...

Walking a lifetime of miles on his own 
did not come without paying the price of freedom.
Solitude is a bitter pill to swallow at the end of the day.
Now he felt the wanderlust 
of the long and twisting pathway
had lead into an absolute corner, 
as a sobering loneliness 
evolved into an ultimate revelation ...

With his back against the wall  
the past loomed large behind him,
His life flashed before him.  
Tears of trepidation overwhelmed 
as the threads of a life’s tapestry 
unraveled before his mind’s eye.

The only dream he ever feared 
was to walk alone 
at that predestined parting moment ... 
Dropping to his knees ...
Never needing to know how to say goodbye …

©2012... Harlon Rivers 


Sub entry:

6.14.2013         saying goodbye …possibly a poem


what will become of the traces left behind
when the wind blows
each insignificant speck of sand
beyond known bounds?


what could have been shared(?)
as if the thunder claps unplanned;
maybe it was your heart
and maybe it was mine(?)


perhaps indelible ink
fades in so much aglow
yet evanesces as waning crescent moon's
bitter sweet parting

more than this
of the passing of love,
no promises are none broken,
yet parting like the spark that flamed;


ignites the ache beyond sorrow...
echoing the muted sounds retraced,
circling back to familiar hushed solace.


...hush...!



"He Needed to Know"...is a Word Whisperer's chapter
chronicling the Diary of the Falling Dominoes ...


© Harlon Rivers...2013





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