Look to the west she said and I

Did not question her but did as

Asked, the hill on which we stood

Highest in a rolling field of wheat

Ripe for harvest, beneath a moon

Whose light we embraced because

It shone on us alone, hand in hand

And so alive, eternity a simple fact

We took for granted, our innocence

Still assured in that long ago fairytale

Of seventeen, where time hung suspended

On nothing more than our inability to

Believe otherwise, and oh how we loved

What could not be understood, the elusive

Mystery of that sprawling cosmos in a vacuum

Of possibilities, spinning out of control, feeding

Our desires, lending credence to the mystery of

Each other as we breathed deep the cold night air

Sweet with the smell of her perfume, a scent that

Will always haunt me, whispered on the edge of

Restless dreams, as is want to happen when the

Moon shines full and I drift away to the music

Of wind chimes, blessed harbingers, gateway

To oblivion, comfort of sleep, and look to the

West she said, hand in mine, on that secluded

Hilltop so long ago, look to the west and pick

A star, name it as I have named mine so that

You will never forget me…

As if I could…as if I could.

END

“Look To The West”