After I Have Died - II
by Scott Utley
Burnt onto the pages of my ancient history,
is the story of our love; a spiritual decree.
Penned onto the memory of my simple, fleeting life,
is the epic of our union, quite beautifully described.
I am stunned by the depth of your soul.
Shall I be forever mystified?
And this evening, brazenly confettid on a Hollywood freeway overpass,
I saw your initials set upon a fractured heart.
While my soul bleeds adoration in silence,
I wonder, is this loves crucifixion?
Is this how Mary felt in the garden?
No answer is of consequence,
for what I will remember long after I have died,
will be the memory of your face,
Posted on 01/29/2009
Copyright © 2019 Scott Utley
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Alison McKenzie on 01/29/09 at 08:49 AM|
Mmmm, I love some of what I see as unintentional rhymes, "described, mystified, died, inscribed." I like how the persona wonders if his experience is akin to how Mary felt at the crucifixion. And I love the idea that her face will be remembered long after death.