She
Dreams Awake While He's Working
She walks
on the railroad ties
whispering
his name, whispering his name.
So in
love and cut through with pain,
her boot
heels drifting along the lines
of man
made rails and fallen leaves.
He works
so hard his body's burning,
yet holds
a sense of purpose in his eyes.
All night
he's awake in production,
pushing
past exhaustion, making it happen.
Steadily,
he meets every responsibility.
She walks
far out into the rain,
jumps
away from the tracks when she sees
the
moon-shaped light of a train.
She walks
near the water, whispering his name,
the man
of her dreams lingering in her heart.
He comes
in from working, tired and beat,
gets clean
and eats, falls into the trance of sleep,
too
brief, much too brief. Coffee,
cigarette, work boots--
all in
the dark before the work begins again.
The
strenuous pattern of his week--muscles tight, fatigued.
When he's
back home, she reaches for him,
rubs his
shoulders, neck, and back
until he
melts into a trance,
released
from time, place, and circumstance.
relaxed
and falling back as he whispers her name.
Blue
Buildings
In a
cold, empty alleyway
he stands
directionless,
snow
falling around him.
Somewhere
across town a woman
thinks of
him, sits by firelight
wondering
if he is safe and warm.
Blue buildings
loom around him,
block out
all but a patchy sky.
The moon
glows yellow in a square frame.
Lantern
lights glow like false stars;
he looks
up as if to find answers.
Wrought
iron balconies loom overhead.
In a blue
building across town a woman
longs for
him, wishes he might return
from the
shadows of night.
Somewhere
lost between blue buildings,
his boot
heels echo through the streets.
He finds
himself among light and shadow
at her door.
Your Life Like the
Waters
Passes through All
My friend,
your life
is a
tapestry of love
threaded
through
the waves of
rushing
waters under
your boat
as you fish.
My friend,
your life
is chiming
through the heavens
and touches
all who know you
with the
beauty of artwork
and a sound
of waves that go out
from where
you are and return.
My friend,
your life
rings
throughout the horizon
like a
beautiful bell or
a song of
love. I see your
light upon
the landscape.
You're the
sun; the stars.
My friend,
your life
has been
calm and peaceful.
The love I
have for you
waves out
towards you,
holds you
like a sun ray
and let's
you be free.
--Maura Gage
Cavell
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