Happy Weekend

I was browsing the poetry boards and happened upon this  poem by a man who was very kind, chivalrous and gifted.  He passed away a year ago, at the age of 45.  I remember him fondly, and would like to introduce you to his poetry.

I Remember You

I remember you as cinnamon and butter, maple sweet
from your eyes to the whims of your hair in the wind
I remember your lips as cherry waves curled to break
upon anticipation like turns smoothly polish a stone

Perhaps if I had been deliciously handsome
or could have kissed you in ways that made your heart pull
thunder from storms still deep in the seas
I could have folded time into a white bird of patience
that had no need to fly away until Spring

Perhaps if I had been kindly older
or could have touched you in ways that made your skin pull
shivers from strangers asleep in the streets
I could have molded time into a candle of deliverance
that had no need to burn away the nights

Perhaps if I had been mutely wiser
or could have loved you in ways that made your mind pull
silence from graveyards lost in the woods
I could have hollowed time into a flute of forgiveness
that had no need to play good-bye at all

Tony Spivey, Copyright 2004