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 confetti’d 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 love’s 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,


indelibly inscribed.

01/28/2009

Posted on 01/29/2009
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