#FloetrybyJulietKego: Collecting Dust…

November 5, 2016

“One day you will ask me which is more important? My life or yours? I will say mine and you will walk away not knowing that you are my life.” – Kahlil Gibran

Collecting Dust…

You are a special story-book
I shall never grow tired of reading
yet must somehow put down
on a console in my basement

As you sit there, collecting dust
I pat myself for resisting the pull
to touch the soft and hardcovers
of your pulsating and powerful pages
I realize how silly it is, my love,
to try to resist the pull of this dance

Like Veronica, your image is stamped
on my soul’s shroud of Turin
your whispered words, woven within
(ev’r oh so delicately and deeply)
stitched into threads of my formless fabric

Beloved, I carry my life and yours in verses
branded with every breath of my being
there is no chamber housing my heart
freed from fantasies of you and I;
our past searing, scarring, sad stories
now eclipsed by psalms and praise-poetry
in silent awe at miracles now manifesting

(C) Juliet ‘Kego