How did it happen that the eternal love
that once pervaded this room vanished
like the morning haze upon the lake today?
And how does it happen that I have
turned up in my destination as I leave you,
and you will depart from here as you stay?
I will gingerly maroon my memories
upon some undiscovered, serene shore.
I will watch the inexhaustible horizon
as they kiss the edge of the ocean floor.
The old sun will rest and it will tower
to open for me a wide welcoming door.
Raindrops are falling but they will stop.
The cold, cold winds will begin to howl.
Apprehensions and hopes now fill my air
as the bitter-sweet truth rings in my soul:
My joyous arrival is my sad departure;
My sweet victory is my poignant fall.
(for Rose; 11 Dec 1999)
Cheryl L. DaytecYañgot
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/parting-29/
