PACKING FOR A DIFFICULT JOURNEY

I will meet her very shortly

I remember that night when I kissed her 

Her knees buckled and

she fell into my arms

Like the setting sun

Falls into the arms of the crimson sky

Entrusting it with its light

I am carrying her favorite handkerchief

Which wipes her tears

Like the orange rainbow

Which heals the distressed clouds

I am carrying her favorite roses

Strewn on our first night

Like shells on a storm stricken beach

When she had cried till dawn

I am carrying her favorite perfume

She relies on it when she wanes in confidence

She wore it on her last birthday

Before she lost her sense of smell

..... 

I see her in the far distance 

Her  beckoning radiance

makes my heart skip

 

Like that of a school boy

Who steals his first kiss

I jump 

The salty waves caress me

Like a mother loving her lost infant 

I see her smiling

With outstretched arms

My soul mate 

We are one

Forever