It’d been
many years since
they’d flowed as one,
concealed from levering eyes,
and the endless galling judgments
of embittered men given to destruction…
.
Theirs was
an honest love
that burst
open fragrantly
when it was stirred,
.
And she was to him,
(in those early years) a
vision of unsullied pearls
arrayed on pure black sand,
and he to her a loving protector
keeping at bay all that threatened…
.
And both walked the prototypic paths,
hungry to animate their treasured dreams,
for between them
the purest water flowed, and
in the fortress they’d built, many
memories were [safely hidden] from
the schemes of malefic forces bent on
diminishing loves steadfast bond…
~
Hidden
far above them,
excelling in splendor
and magnificence, a lofty throne
sat on a vast floor of tessellated crystal,
and roundabout, multitudes of ageless angels
assented to the unfeigned beauty of honest love…
Expressed in all purity, these witnesses lauded the giving
of one’s heart to another, in whiteness, sincerity, and purpose.
.
So they forged on in all hope,
[together] through every challenge
placed before them….
.
But the years passed and
their hearts were weighed down
with all the difficulties of this world…
.
And when he
was renounced by her,
a phantom of former self
emerged,
manipulative,
despondent,
embittered,
stubborn, incapable
of intimacy, and hopelessly
given to drugs and an alcoholics intrigues,
a shadow-man creeping his way along defiled paths,
straining to mollify those for whom he had no deference -
a bankrupted idealist accepting that there was little now
to life, other than his failures and wretchedness,
nothing above, nothing below,
nothing at all to live for
nothing but misery
no one to trust
no hope
nil
O
o
.
Her rejection had
shattered him… Years later,
hysteric and brought to his knees,
he finally put the muzzle to his head
and pulled the trigger…
.
Hidden
far above
him, excelling in
eternal magnificence, a
lofty throne sat on a glorious
floor of pure tessellated crystal, and
roundabout this Great Glory, whom no human
eye could behold, ten thousand thousands
of everlasting angels were looking down
and mourning for another soul
who had lost his way…
.
richard lloyd cederberg
4/2021

For Alan
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