(Poem of the Week)
A monarch man—
gentle as a butterfly,
willing and able to fly—
long distances with your heart of fire—
Man of faith! Man of valor!
We were once just caterpillars
talking on until late hours
kissing in your sports car
cruising love—
youthful freedom—
It was ours.
We crawled up and away
to feed on life
as distant friends— parted.
To each reshape
and wander the days
searching for nectar
in different colors.
We rode the wild horses of life
Sometimes against the wind
Other times floating—
like the sacred moon
to supernatural heights.
Until one day
among the oaks and elms
I heard a slow flutter
from the distant shore.
I was dizzy among the ashes
resting in the wild forest
when you flew forth
towards me
once more.
Your beauty amazed me
Calm, yet invigorating—
This confident energy in your wake.
Calling me forth from my hiding place.
With one kiss
memories flood in.
We shared a summer.
All I could give.
If we had followed the monarchs that Fall
and migrated south away from it all
What might have been
might have been it all.
But fate took hold
and brought our fall.
Rise up, we did—
Time mends
God bless
As friends
we are
forever.
I am thankful for our time.
Remember me
every time you fly.
(for Tim, RIP)
—Celia Blake
American Man, Our Story is from Part I of Muse, a collection of poetry by Celia Blake.
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