Robin (again)

More of my first and probably last love

I once bound you with vows
From which you shortly turned away
And time turned, days twirled
Decades passed until today

And forever each tomorrow

A poet now, a necromancer
With spells of words I bind you tight
Now your lover, wordsmith, dancer
I hold you desperate through the night

Set a cauldron afire with our sorrow

You a dervish fair, into my years
A Nordic dreidel came awhirl
A shaman almost turned
Complete to woman from a girl

The blue-eyed sweetest of life’s marrow

I miss you more than all my decades
So now I try to seize you tight
I wish the time a candle snuffed
Return I beg, return to me my Light

Return to me my Robin girl
Return to me my Light

Reviews

[Desert Knave]

" ... Return I beg, return to me my Light .". Wow, the longing is so strong. Wonderful write. ~Jim

[Michael Sun Bear]

Thank you Jim. You highlighted my favorite line from the poem.

[Chris Shaw]

Set a cauldron afire with our sorrow - such a powerful line Michael.

Your robin haunts you still. Some loves do have that ability to linger long after their partings. You convey that so well here.

Chris

[Michael Sun Bear]

Thanks Chris. She lives on the East Coast, I am in Seattle. I located her a few months ago. She actually reads this stuff.

[redzone]

I know this first/last love as I too have such a love. She haunts me even though it's been over 50 years since I have seen her. How does this happen?? We may love again, but it is not the same or as intense. Nicely written, Michael. Thanks for sharing.
-Curt

[Michael Sun Bear]

Thanks for reading and sharing, much appreciated.