May it Be
1-27-07

There’s a mountain come between us, And an ocean wide and great; I didn’t mean to run away from you, But now it’s far too late. I can only pray, my little prayer, To the breathing air I trust: Where solid things tore us apart, May the winds then reunite us. I sit silent on the distant crest Of a hill you’ve never seen; I wish my tiny wish that I Could listen to you breathe. I can only pray, my silent prayer, To the living land I trust: Where I walked ‘til we were far apart, May my running reunite us. The sun is setting into the seas That glimmer far away; They hide the treachery that lurks Beneath the salty waves. I can only pray, my pleading prayer, To the guardian skies I trust: Where the oceans tore us far apart, May you watch and reunite us. The longing deep inside my heart Is a pain that won’t go away; When I think that I have seen you near, The vision always fades. I can only pray, my heartfelt prayer, To guiding grace I trust: Though our bodies have been torn apart, May our hearts still reunite us. The wounds I feel, the blood that flows, Are signs I soon shall die; But I can smile because a part of you Has never left my side. I can only pray, my dying prayer, To the wings of time I trust: Where earth has torn us far apart, May Heaven reunite us.

                       As usual, the first lines I thought up were the last. Why does that always happen...? Actually, my original last lines were, "Where earth tore us apart, may Heaven reunite us." But the rest of the poem required more syllables so it was lengthened. I liked the theme repeated in the last four lines of every stanza. True, he entrusts his prayer to a different force each time, but it sounded poetic. I also liked the last two lines of each stanza; basically, whatever tore us apart, may something else, often its opposite, reunite us. It's a character composition for I know not who; all I know is this is not me. My poems almost never are.

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