When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there is in London all that life can afford.
you would have given me the moon
if you could,
lasso it down and hold it in
your palm to light my way.
You told me tales of horses with
knowing that mine was one.
You kissed me goodnight thousands
of nights always telling me that you loved me.
You inspired me,
believed in me,
You delighted in my words,
encouraged my abstract thoughts.
You were a giant of a man,
you were always there.
I wish I could find the small Italian restaurant,
on the side street by the Thames river
The sounds of the city were left outside,
wet we took refuge
from the rain.
We feasted on pasta and roasted chicken,
as if we climbed into one of the
Botticelli paintings we saw that day.
Warm, the colors lifting our spirits.
We were delighted in the moment
and a day filled with beauty.
I want to walk into the past,
and find you there in spirit.
I want to replay our conversation,
the sights and sounds.
I want to sit down
with my dog eared notebook,
and write poetry that you would love,
poetry that you can see from heaven.
you loved London,
she seeped into your heart
and claimed it.
You repeated a quote,
"when a man is tired of London,
he is tired of life",
it resonated in your soul,
because she felt like home.
I want to go to her ,
and breathe her again,
and feel you walk beside me.
I want to go to her,
and find you there in spirit
and know that you are still watching me from where you are
This is dedicated to my dad. On May 10th it will be five years since he passed away. Since then I have missed him every day and thought of him a hundred times a day. He died suddenly and we never got to say goodbye. So many milestones that he has missed. My brothers, my children, the entire family miss him terribly. My mom joined him a year after he passed. We hope they are sharing eternity together. We miss them both. Please meet us here http://dversepoets.com/ where we share our thoughts and our hearts.