by Frederick Moore

I've written of the Blond, Blue eyed goddess
that has sweetly haunted my dreams and fantasies,
since my glorious, oft timed mentally reviewed high school dayz.
Up until now... As I reach into the trunk of my car
for a bottle of Champagne and two crystal glasses.

Forty Five years from the last time I saw her and watched her tearing eyes
as the Army bus took me away to Paratrooper School.
Our lives took different paths, we both took other mates
and over the years never fulfilled the deep emotional well
that was tenderly and sweetly filled when we were together
so many eons of lonely and suffering nights ago.

I muse on the irrational and unreasonable thing I have done,
walking out of a bitter and finally useless marriage,
turning my back on my son and my family because they didn't understand
the drive to be with this woman
whose distant presence always permeated my soul.

What will she see.....

In my eyes I'm still the hard driving Green Beret
who could fix any situation, mend any problem, complete any mission,
unafraid of anything the Gods of war could throw down at me....

What will she see......

An crazy old fart, sans teeth, sans common sense
trying to understand his new social security over sixty five benefits.

What will she see......

A guy that has to get up three times a night for natures call,
an old man who can be heard every morning
clinking and clanking pill boxes beginning his daily regimine
Pee pills..Blood Pressure pills..arthritis pills..
pain pills...muscle relaxers....and vitamins..

What will she see....

What will she see...

A haunting voice resounds over my shoulder as my car slowly addresses
the slick wet hairpin turns of the smokies,,,
pay attention meathead or that semi's gonna place kick you
into that deep ass valley on your left.....

What will she see.....

This tired old man prepares to pump himself up
for this enchanting forest princess.
Will she see though the venere of wild, crazy, tough old warrior...
or see the frail shell of my former self that I've sadly become....

The question is swiftly answered as I close the trunk
and she is standing beside me,
a thousand miles from the starting point of this fanciful journey....
She stands there and in three secounds sizes me up.
I feel her warm hands on my cheeks as she pulls my face down onto hers where
passioned and instantly recognized kisses are planted on my mouth and face.

That began a long and heated moment of silence as we fall
into an entangled embrace as if we were those same teenagers back in 1962.
Both of us choking on the words...."Oh how I've missed you".
I feel her warm sweet tears flowing down my cheek,
but quickly realize that they were mixed with mine.
The embrace seemed to outlast time itself, as we walk into her home,
and the genisus of my new life with her.

Like Emmi and Franklin, we see a beauty in each other
that the silver hair, crowsfeet, neck wrinkles
and extra pounds are blind to us..
I had dreamt of this new begining when I wrote, "They danced the dance",
I had said "Emmi, I have been a fool to have let you go so many years ago."
and, as in the poem Emmi said, "Come in old love of mine,"
and beautiful music floated thru her stereo....

In their poem, they waltzed into her bedroom and finally danced their dance..
this old rougue and scandrel has enough class not to "Kiss and Tell",
but, my tearful and smiling reader...
The music that floated through the air all night long
was the most beautiful aria of love that I had ever heard in my life.

Welcome home Franklin......The journey had not ended, only started,
as over the next few days I was embraced by children, grandchildren
and the sweetest cherib of a great grandchild,
only a few weeks old, melted to sleep in my arms,
as my heart melted, saturating this beautiful innocent bundle.
Except for a twist of fate, this beautiful family would have been mine.

God I love this place, God I love this family, God I love this woman.

Emmi...you were the best, the very best that could ever be.
I look at this loving creature quietly resting her head on my shoulder
while we watch the grandkids slowly slid off into dreamland.
They're camping out on our living room floor tonight.
But have made a permanent encampment in my heart.

I see those same beautiful blue eyes gazing back at me.
her crown of silver edged blond hair,
Little crowsfeet that I find to be very erotic.
with her sweet hand alite on my thigh, in a jester of affection and love,
She drifts off to dream land with the warm smile on her beautiful face.

Emmi...Emmi...Emmi...you've never changed....She is...Just as "She Was"

10/25/2009