What have You Done with My Goddess?
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What have You Done with My Goddess?
Dull eyes staring back at me
Misplaced anger
and my own misdirected self-pity…
Who was hiding
in this shell,
this empty house?
…this tired, bitter imposter?
I pray she can forgive me
for not recognizing
the face of my own widow.
A Goddess mourning
the passing of her own Hero,
forever plagued by the ghost of
Yesterday’s Greatest Love.
A minion of years….
Yesterday’s Bitter Ashes,
The sweet honey of Love and Passion
and the mixed emotions
of realized dreams,
great hopes
and
Devastating Regrets.
*****
Come with me.
Take my hand again in Love and Faith.
Remember what was…
never forget….
Let yourself feel the anguish
and acknowledge what we have lost.
Let it inspire us again.
To live each day
as the resurrected idols
of each other’s Idols.
Rekindle the fires…
Breathe life back into each other.
Reanimate The Dream.
*****
Yesterday we found and lost each other,
as well as ourselves….
I remember the joy we felt
the first time I gazed into your eyes
and chose to ignore the foreboding…
knowing my life
would never be the same.
Knowing that our destiny could not be ignored,
Hoping it was all a dream
from which we never would awake.
*****
We are old souls that have lost our way,
our selves,
and each other.
Rediscover today, My Goddess.
Your Hero awaits his Idol.
Take my hand and walk with me
together into tomorrow
and…
Never Forget
Yesterday.
*****
Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow
You are my goddess yesterday,
today and tomorrow.
Alone, I hear my own heartbeat.
Can you?
It is the knocking
that I pray that you hear
at the door to your soul,
begging to come back inside…
forever wanting to come inside….
Miami’s yesterdays
wash away
my daily preoccupations
like a summer monsoon,
laying bare
the memories
of years gone by.
Sweet memories of what was
and bitter tears of regret
for a million missed opportunities
to have lived better todays back then.
A hurricane of emotions
blowing away the doldrums of horse latitudes of inertia.
Too many todays taken for granted…
Too many yesterdays
of apathy,
complacency
and boredom,
borne of mind-numbing fatigue
spawned from forgotten exhilaration…
that each of the first days
that seemed like they would never end.
Anticipating every day,
just to wake up next to my Goddess
with the realization that our love
was not a dream;
that my Goddess was real,
and she was mine and I was hers.
God and Goddess were alive
and magic was afoot.
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This poem was written long ago, before Suki and I rediscovered each
other.
I found this poem after believing it to be forever lost. I should have known better…it was written almost a decade ago in the midst of a reawakening I was experiencing while quartered with my flight crew in Miami Shores at the Marriot Courtyards.
We had been grounded for the last five days first for maintenance, then for weather, when I had this epiphany and it wrecked me completely.
IT was written for Suki. It took a long time for her to take it to heart, but she kept it just the same. There came a time when she experienced a sort of spiritual death and this made her gasp her first new breaths.
Shortly afterward I started writing what was to become Dancing in Dreamland. It took me eight years to write it and another year before she would read the first words of the completed manuscript, and about five days to stop crying after she did.
We have both been breathing a lot better ever since.
It is a call to arms to resuscitate a lost lover in order to resuscitate a lost love.
XO,
Chazz
July 14, 2014 at 2:54 am
Reblogged this on yen4suki and commented:
My Friend, My Lover, My God
July 14, 2014 at 4:36 am
That was such a long time ago…and look where we are now. Still here after all those years….
July 14, 2014 at 3:14 am
Reblogged this on astraltravler and commented:
This is a testament to lost love rediscovered. This Seeker and his Goddess are living proof that Soul Mates do exist. It’s a privilege to know and love them both.
July 14, 2014 at 4:43 am
As are you my dear.
XO,
Chazz
July 14, 2014 at 8:14 pm
😘
July 14, 2014 at 4:55 am
Thanks for re-blogging this btw; I can certainly use the exposure, not that I can’t find readers of my own…no I take that back…I can’t. 😦 I can use all the help I can get and you are just the one to give it to me, n’est-ce pas?
May 12, 2016 at 2:32 am
This feels like hallowed ground.
May 12, 2016 at 2:50 am
Reblogged this on D i a r y I n c a r n a t e and commented:
The simple truth is that love lives and it needs breath. When a man knows this, AND ACTS ON IT, he’s worth every star. I’m reading Chazz’ poems to find a couple favorites. This one holds an essence of belief that cradles realism and romanticism, imo. Perhaps it’s the truth of this that comes through… Whatever it is, this touches me and I’d like to share it with anyone who believes that love is hard work but it’s worth it. Thank you Chazz. xo, J ( Like I said – this could take a while. )
May 12, 2016 at 2:59 am
Reblogged this on georgeforfun and commented:
awesome and touching…………….indeed.