So many days...weeks...years, have past, since
you traveled that star crossed journey, to the far beyond.
Ten thousand times, I've heard the words, 'And now
you must go on.'
How can I go on, without the other half,
of who I am?
A man with half of heat, half of mind, half
of my very soul...how then, do I go on?
Never a fruit, or treat or delight, held the
sweetness of your lips, that I hunger now to kiss.
When I sleep, from a foggy haze, a light appears,
as you come to me, in lands of dreams.
When the morning birds, do sing their songs,
you slide down a ray of sunshine and touch
my wanting lips.
In every note, of every song, you voice is
heard...like a never ending melody.
The flowers, hold your beauty and
the haunting scent of who you were.
In the magic of a summers night, the
moon is all aglow, and everything
reminds me, of you...you...you.
As the wind plays the violin, through
trees and leaves above, that too, reminds
me, of you, my one true love.
In all the good, in all of life, in every where
and everything...bring forth, the thoughts of you.
So then, and when the words are spoken,
'You must go on, ' my answer has and always
will be...'How? '
Wait for me, behind the stars, and then, I
shall go on.
© Joe Fazio
(brief renderings) Joe Fazio
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-does-one-go-on/
