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Always Here With Me
"I
love you Joe"
"I love you too kid"
Through all the pain and joy
the terms remained the same
Our
destinies were carved in stone
just moments beyond hello;
there was no way of knowing then
two roads would join as one
I
lived your sleepless nights
in the fatigue of my new days;
through sunlit hours I kept the pace
while a weary haze finally brought you rest
For
me the terror came by day
and peaked as darkness fell;
it was then you took your gentle hand
and walked me through the storm
When
I could no longer bear the weight of life
your hands held me like a child;
and when your inner strength would wane
my grasp would break your fall
There was never any bliss,
nor was there constant pain
always something in between
became the life we led;
yet at the edge of every dark abyss
we would guard each others lives
Joe and Leslie, friends in love for life
that knowledge kept us whole;
we would walk the road together
hand in hand and heart to heart
to begin again without you
was never in the plan
Yet here I am, my dearest friend
waiting alone at the side of the road
a Harley passes slowly,
the rider hard to see
have you come to take my hand
and guide the way for me?
Blind Faith
A
certainty exists when the evolution is complete
though remnants remain for casting and polish
awaiting the promise of carvings begun on a pedestal of hope
A
singular layer built by a friendship rich in alloys
fusing our lives and creating a foundation
a core of granite bearing the weight
an architecture drawn from the blueprint of a powerful faith
Standing
on the precipice the net removed now flying
the passion of your promise carrying me
no longer powerless on shifting winds
landing finally at the top of the structure
gazing out at my life
turning back only once
Thank you Beth.
Find Me
My salvation is this small grey box
stepping in I expand, surrounded by these prefabricated walls
all communications at arms length...
yet I am solitary.
Surf
the net
reach for the phone
fax my needs across the wire...
yet no one touches me.
Touching
anyone I choose in verbal foreplay
my check comes every other week,
the arousal was a success...
yet no climax for my soul.
Now
once again I leave the box
my destiny beckons at the uptown platform
and as I follow the familiar crowded path...
loneliness takes my hand and walks me home.
Tapestry of Death
Death
of will...
its arrival planned decades before,
yet forestalled by desire,
a rich tapestry woven with a taste of pleasure...
the promise of possibility...
and the sureness of youth.
Insidiously
now, the layers fall away
the trickery and deception no longer viable... I am silent,
the spark once cleverly creeping up on its prey,
now dimmed with a reality so harsh it rocks my core,
an edge so sharp it slices through my protective skin, once assuring the completion
of my journey.
A glacier of power
leaves only a pool of indifference...
yet more desirable then what is to will follow.
fear is saturating now,
terror becomes palpable...
and my endless search beckons for its conclusion.
Armor stripped away,
emotions are still...
and I wait.
One more chance, one corner unturned on my life's great tapestry,
a guest, uninvited, is now looming in the shadows...
walk in please and make yourself known....
or walk away.
The Path
Treachery...
a love unmasked to show the shadow of insidious need,
my life built on a whirl of dreams and fantasies
drawn from a place that will never exist,
but for the perilous journey through her false promise.
Evil...
describes
a mother who offers such dreams
while cursing that mine may not exceed that of her own experience
and so creates a path of necessity to insure mediocrity,
and my fear to reach beyond that of her own ability.
Terror...
knowledge
of rules unwritten
foreboding in my young heart and mind
powerful enough to sear a growing need with such intensity
it burns through hope...
and seals the fate of this child's limitless dreams,
a heat that so boils the cauldron of imaginary terrors
long ago to be cooled by a mother's knowing.
Time...
its
passage bringing clarity to the eyes of an adult
held captive in childhood by the demons of her experience,
cautiously tearing at the treachery
that insists there is no hope.
Will...
scaling
the wall that offers, once cleared
the shadow removed
the definition rewritten
and the whirl of my dreams no longer a fantasy.
The Ride
For
just one hour I will be going home today
my eyes will close for just an instant
and there as always your face illuminates my way
memories pouring over me enveloping my heart
the rush so powerful that all reality
is obscured to just a blur...
You
have my hand in yours now...
the bitter cold surrounds us as we traverse
the icy incline
and I wondered if the distance up
was worth the swift slide down
but you knew as we shared that walk, such joy could have no price...
with sled in tow just you and I
would own that mighty hill
"Hold
on, Les...hold on tight to Daddy now."
Those were the only words, then laughter after that
how brilliantly you hugged the curves
and steered us toward the base...
and I know you thought I never guessed as we
tumbled to the snow
that you let go so purposefully as a finale to the show
How
many trips the day contained escapes me now with time
but the sun had sunk behind the hill as we hit the front porch steps...
I never saw fatigue or the cold you must have felt
just the glow in your eyes
reflecting the one in my heart
was all that I could see...
And
though the years have passed
and taken you away
the gift of that glow runs through my life
and takes me home today.
©
2007 Leslie Lehmann, All Rights Reserved.
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