Brennan

To Loss

I dream of the one

Who healed not with time

But with love

And caught me when I fell.

Touch me any time you want

Any way you want

She said,

My body and my soul belong to you.

Memory flows around our moment

Rapids swirling over a rock

My life altered in a long ecstatic held breath

I let go and I was alone again.

Was it a dream? I wonder

Was I in a catastrophic crash

That took me to a heavenly hour

And only now I realize I’m gone?

Give me more time, I pleaded.

Let me fill her hours,

Her days, her heart

Give me more of her.

The answer came

In a life-wrenching crisis

The reply was no

Spoken in a tender regretful whisper.

I remain lost.

The silence mocks me.

My heart once beat only for her

Were that it would now beat for me.

My one, my dearest, my hope–

I watched you while you slept

Without you now, my soul sleeps

The dreams always of you.

Michael DiMercurio, P.E.
Author of VERTICAL DIVE
http://www.ussdevilfish.com

Michael DiMercurio Author, friend, muse, creative soul mate. The gifted can see what others can't. They live in a world that makes little sense to those around them. Their genius tells them that if they could change, they would have; a long time ago. They are scorned by envious drones And cry to ease the pain of isolation. - Brennan	*To Loss* *I dream of the one* *Who healed not with time* *But with love* *And caught me when I fell.* *Touch me any time you want* *Any way you want* *She said,* *My body and my soul belong to you.* *Memory flows around our moment* *Rapids swirling over a rock* *My life altered in a long ecstatic held breath* *I let go and I was alone again.* *Was it a dream? I wonder* *Was I in a catastrophic crash* *That took me to a heavenly hour* *And only now I realize I’m gone?* *Give me more time, I pleaded.* *Let me fill her hours,* *Her days, her heart* *Give me more of her.* *The answer came* *In a life-wrenching crisis* *The reply was no* *Spoken in a tender regretful whisper.* *I remain lost.* *The silence mocks me.* *My heart once beat only for her* *Were that it would now beat for me.* *My one, my dearest, my hope–* *I watched you while you slept* *Without you now, my soul sleeps* *The dreams always of you.* Michael DiMercurio, P.E. Author of VERTICAL DIVE http://www.ussdevilfish.com	Brennan. To Loss. Oil on Canvas. 32x48. Commissioned by Michael DiMercurio, bestselling author of Vertical Dive. In the Collection of Michael DiMercurio Brennan. Detail: To Loss