Thank You, Lover
a story of deep grief
“Thank You, Lover,” is all I can say
When the day comes for you to leave—or stay.
The broom-straw in the field is already more than waist-high.
The bird-songs have gone from mating
To full-birth.
The mountains sing in their regalia of full-summer green
And I…
Well, I celebrate here, with my tears
Because I love you.
Blessed Journeys, Lover.
It’s heart-breaking
To watch my best playmate move away.
The greatest pleasure I get
Is in the tears I shed
Which break open my heart
To a new level of meaning
And memory
Of who I am
And why I’m here on the Earth.
I watch you wave goodbye
Knowing you’re always here.
My heart cries itself to sleep
While the wood thrush sings at midnight
And the owls say, “It’s OK…you're doing it right…
Just keep on opening…
And let in the light.”
Gay-Men, Ay-Them, and Hallelujah!
Thank You, Lover.
