HAPPY THANKSGIVING WITH LOVE, MY DEAR

Times such as these, on the coolness of autumn __ I think and I think.
Aroma of chestnuts, lingers in the air,
      as swirling smoke from leaves, burns in the distance,
      leaving familiar scents of memories from holidays past.
Seems companionship in my elder years,
      stains these memories in hues of lost, gone and forgotten.

It drizzles, and mist hangs on local mountains.
At night, last night in the dark, I lay awake __ focused on silence,
   … watching a yellow cab, take him from me__ in slow motion;
      over and over and over, again.

After all these fifty-eight years, I still seek the unknown __ the unreachable
Still a dreamer and a hopeless romantic,
      painting images __ seeking future of warmth, affection, belonging;
      giving till the end.
To know the true meaning of one heart to another.

My dearest one will celebrate Thanksgiving
      and I will keep his loving warmth, within my heart,
      and if he could see my reflection;
            it would be forever shining back in love.

And so the frost will find its way, and snow will fall.
Mountains call to him, yearn for him, come back to my arms.
      But most of all
Echoes will dwell in the halls of this home, my ghost __ brown eyes to kiss;
                  But time will never see a change,
                  from this forever amber heart.

©11/08/07 CG Mair
©10/10/07 Photo by David T Culver

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