Here and Gone
She was the wind's breath
alive and moving
with grace, a sweet slide
across the room.
When she kissed me
the world went away
but, like the sea
she too could roar.
There is a providence
beyond a loss
something grander
kept for better times.
When love it seeks no measure
nor tolerance for ties that bind.
ajs
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andy spaschak
I have been writing poetry for over forty years, Published in magazines, ezines, etc. I currently live in New Jersey as I recover from stage four throat cancer. I have not been able to speak for three years so my voice has become my poetry, photography, and guitar.
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