October Blue; Crosses & You

I knelt in the early morning gray at the foot of the cross and by your grave.

I fought off the early mornings chill and three more roses to you I gave.

I sat in the white silence of stones; I shivered weakly; I cried.

Not from the cold, but from the rivers of flowing emotions that swelled inside.

Soon the first rays of the sun crept like golden fingers through centuries trees.

I watched as the day began its glorified rise; I still by your grave and on my knees I sighed.

A chorus of birds began to cheerfully sing as I too sung little songs to you and me.

One hour; two must have slipped softly through this my start of day.

For soon the sun was high and showing off the October Blue of the sky.

I took my finger and redrew the heart on the outside edge of your grave.

And for the first time since this all began, I told you that I felt that I would soon die.

I told you of no reason could I see other than the insanity of me missing you.

I then went to stand and realized one knee was locked, so to my side I rolled facing now the October Blue.

Snap, crackle and pop and I was now aright and back on my feet.

I would soon have to go and I prayed that you would forgive me.

I walked over to sit by the lady clinging to the cross.

I told you once more that I love you and how without you I am so lost.

When I turned to walk away, something said stop look this way.

So I turned and looked up from whence the voice came and saw not one cross but two.

Did you hear this my feeble plea, or was it just my heart in the October Blue…wishing…seeing crosses and thinking of how much I miss you?

J. Allen Wilson © 10/20/08