REQUIEM

REQUIEM

Sitting by my window, I reminisce and remember...

How I'd lost you during the monsoon thunder shower!

Your memories are snapshots on thin ice…frozen!

They shimmer crystalline, aureating imperially golden!

And unforgotten they remain

Fragile! As a daisy chain..

I guard them closely, like a last cookie crumb

But when they audaciously seep through unawares, to briny droplets I succumb...

Nostalgia bathes in the late afternoon sepia light

When you and I sipped steaming cups of tea chamomile…

Autumn limbers in with a soft serenade in all her bridal finery of reds and gold,

Reminding me of all my bountiful days of glory old

The October winds whisper their crisp russet songs and melody

But, it's your sweet nothings I yearn for, it's my only remedy!

Your stories had my heart melting, your wisdom warmed my soul

Your sadness carved my feelings deep, your joy made me whole…

On solitary evenings, my soul ventures into the jewel-toned wilderness realm

I've lost my anchor...my ship... and also my helm!

I walk in the fall rain, regaled with a bounty of towering flamed foliage abound,

Soaking in the crimsons before they become mulch on the sable carpeted ground.

Singing grieving lullabies, heart broken trees like me, stand tall and bare,

They shed rainbow tears dissolving into the quilted bed ochre…

I remember guitar-strumming under cloudless autumn skies

Bonfire evenings with you over warm laughter and fresh pumpkin pies

October is my orchestra and symphony of leaves fluttering,

Hope flickering in the honeyed golden realms like a fire crackling

Sitting in front of a fireplace, sipping your favourite mulled apple cider or cocoa with cream,

Aroma of cinnamon-vanilla cookies wafts from my kitchen like a dream.

Woolly socks, plaid blankets are thrown around to snuggle into

As I watch the soft-spun clouds and fading rufescent sunlight outside... without you…

Nature hibernates to preserve the acorns and holly-berries

Until spring brings another bountiful cornucopia along with a fragrance of wild roses and cherries

I miss your warm embrace, you made things better

I wish I could hug you longer and tighter…

Grief though intangible is tucked away into corners, they stand tall like soldiers in full glory and glimmer…

Luminescent in hard to reach places like a shimmer of glitter

It will soon be another Christmas without you; sadness is rife…

But seasons come and go, so do phases in life.

Can we relive all our beloved moments again?

After we reunite for eternity in heaven?

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