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Cry
In the hours between dusk and dawn
I have been taking a long dark look
In the far reaches of my soul
Seeking bright memories among the pain
Looking for hope.
I have been seeking a positive note
Among the funeral dirges
But my vision blurs
With the tears of loss
Mourning the moments.
So very fleeting
Our time together
In the quantum concept of time
Your living like a shooting star
Lighting my life
But briefly.
And now I am left
With all these dark spaces
Filled with endless tears
Next life
You cry for me.
Jacqui Binford-Bell
August 2010
In the hours between dusk and dawn
I have been taking a long dark look
In the far reaches of my soul
Seeking bright memories among the pain
Looking for hope.
I have been seeking a positive note
Among the funeral dirges
But my vision blurs
With the tears of loss
Mourning the moments.
So very fleeting
Our time together
In the quantum concept of time
Your living like a shooting star
Lighting my life
But briefly.
And now I am left
With all these dark spaces
Filled with endless tears
Next life
You cry for me.
Jacqui Binford-Bell
August 2010
Note: Last August my ex-husband of nine years, dear friend of 23, died. He was reluctantly my soul mate and his loss hit me harder than I expected because we had been divorced for 13 years while remaining friends. I entered into what I call my "dark work" in painting and wrote numerous poems as an internal process to mourn his loss. Not all of them, paintings and poems, have seen the light of day. But as I near the year anniversary I am able to look back at this period and see its complexity, and the depth in fostered in my art and poetry.
