Your eyes wander now,
With someone else,
Wishing.
I exist now only,
In the faces,
Of others,
Because you remember.
Your restless body gives it away,
Along with the dreams,
Which keep you awake at night.
I am no longer here,
And you no longer know,
And so we are even.
Denouement was never ours,
My love.
This poem is dedicated to my complex neuropsychiatric patients who are teaching me the meaning of life, the complexities of the brain and the unwillingness of the soul to let go of this thing we take for granted, life. This population is very under-researched and presently without adequate medical and psychosocial treatment and intervention presently available to other widely accepted medical conditions such as Alzheimers disease. It is my hope that with research and funding, this complex niche of people will be afforded a much better standard of living than they presently experience.
Blue and Orange,
Primary colors she said.
Her eyes seeing,
Only the halo,
Laying prostrate,
Upon the prayers,
Of my eternal dream.
Her eyes,
Frozen,
Wide,
In that ocean,
Of forever,
That once,
Was.
She, a girl,
Tempered,
By the winds of chance,
Which brings judgment,
To the misunderstood.
And so we stand here,
In the silence,
Of dreams,
Which hang silent,
Upon the white walls,
Of destiny.
Salvation,
Never coming,
To those,
Who chose.
Only prayers for that,
Which will never be,
The same,
Again.
It was there,
In the sound of the wind,
A fading memory,
Lost to the forgotten shadows,
Of time.
And still you whisper to me,
Quietly,
As footsteps do,
Where your name,
Once existed,
Beside mine.
Hands circling,
The rose,
You once held,
Now tinted with age,
As we are.
And still,
I remember you,
As a child remembers,
The rose-hue fragrance,
And warmth,
Of a sweet embrace.
My hands,
Forever folded,
Around the stem,
Where the petals,
Have fallen,
Into the winds of time.
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