(To appreciate this poem, you will first have to read the original version I wrote on the occasion of my fifth anniversary: you can click on the list of poems on the margin or cut and paste this site http://www.authorsden.com/visit/viewpoetry.asp?AuthorID=17296&id=81804 Now it's been nineteen years. I recently lost Laura as she has passed into her reward. Every day I ask God if maybe He could grant me one more day on our October Beach.)
Today, again, as my mind dissolves into numb resolve, My heart involved, by the remembrance of our unbroken love, I conjure our October beach, now nineteen winters gone, Where we first tasted unshackled joy sent from God above.
Each daily task now reeks with tedium, forced by habit, Serving to remind me how deep my darkness grows. Loneliness whispers to me in the dead of night, from spite,
In the light of day, in every way; Why? God only knows.
I miss the kiss that sparked my love; I miss my oasis from everydayness;
I wonder, if by force of my will, I can conjure my beach once and for all. If God would listen: give us one more day; if she would hasten;
I would pull her chin ‘till I taste, again, the salted lips and hear the seagulls call.
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