If.

 

 

If.

 

If lovers co-mingle whom Heaven has breached,
if echoes of ardour pierce final silence,
when I wait in this void where stars collided
his dear voice will I hear.

 

If hearts now formless mold bodies from ether,
if other-world ghosts can inhabit substance,
when I kneel to plead for more solid assurance
his soft touch will I feel.

 

If spirits escape from grave's non-breathing air,
if souls need past bliss and gone-times revisit 
when I lie in dreams of long honeyed kisses
he will come to me there.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

I seem to recall that Kipling, the great poet of the British Empire, wrote a poem with the same title. On the surface, the two offerings seem dissimilar, but a second look reveals they are both about patience and faith in the face of difficulties. Both are highly worth reading.

[Fay Slimm]

To be even mentioned in the same breath as the famous poet Kipling is a real honour John - a big thank you - am so humbled by your review.

[Chris Shaw]

When death takes the one we adore, how heart wrenched and grief stricken we can become. Yet death does not steal love or memories. We miss and long for the physical and hope that in dreams at least we will become reunited. The pleading for solid assurance something I do believe we would all search for, such is the pain of parting. Gorgeous work Fay, heartfelt and eloquent.

Chris

[Fay Slimm]

Yes each deals with loss in their own way and for some the longing for contact can be very strong -
hence the poem which I am so pleased you read and reviewed - -- "If" is a word that I felt depicted a dream for assurance that so many have when left behind by sudden death of a lover........... thank you dear Chris for your encouraging input.