We Have Settled For Less
From the depths of the heart,
from the marrow of the bone
to the tip of the tongue, … she comes.
I am in love with all women,
with life, sun, laughter and song.
She walks along the edge, on the top
of the stone wall, along the river,
thru Amsterdam, London and Glasgow.
I followed her across the Atlantic
on wooden ships that floated like ghosts
to land. She jumped ashore and ran
along the coast from Massachusetts to
Manhattan. She wore a buckskin coat
and nothing more.
Then, we held hands like found souls
always have, from Rome to Athens.
Where ever she goes, she leaves grand
style and literature. From another time,
we met as friends in Paris cafés and dreamed
of exotic voyages. We met as lovers in
horse-drawn carriages and in quilt, covered
cutters, blown by mid-west, Ohio winds.
She has shaped and turned my sorrows
into a brave heart, into a constant traveller
seeking stars. Today, she is far ahead,
walking on the Moon and Mars.
My fragile bones, from the back of the spine
to the tip of the mind, are too weak,
… to come. We have settled for less.
May my daughters travel, in their sky,
far away from south-east Florida, the place
that I have chosen to die.
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