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depression for both of us was intense. The two older children were confused and
hurt, and the younger ones could not understand what was going on.
Fortunately, a new day dawned as I have described above and we became a family
again. However, it was not as simple as that, because it took another thirty years for
Bev and I to work all the garbage out of our relationship.
We were, I think, made for each other because even while separated, I knew that no
one could really hold a torch to Bev, and she never lost her love for me. All those
years of struggle were worth it. Many years later, but still within that thirty year time
limit, I wrote this poem to try and pick up some of the heights and depths of our
emotional journey.
The Four Seasons
Spring
The earth warms in the spring sunshine
New life begins to stir.
Bare branches seeming dead
Bulge with eager hope
And the world smiles again
Assured of summer’s promise
Summer
We became as one
That teenage summer time.
Your eyes met mine and smiled,
And I with breathless longing
Trembled in your radiance,
Heart melted, body saturated
With desire,
Blinded to the foibles or flaws
In heaven and humanity
We saw only a world perfected
Through eyes of love.
Unseeing affirmation
Total absolution.
We walked together heedless of our goal,
The journey only mattered
Oblivious of destination.
We opened our hearts
And made our plans,
Audaciously scheming, shamelessly dreaming,
Then sitting silently serene
The warm summer sun soaking our souls.
Then walking again, sky blue, grass green,
And our feet touching lightly on the turf.
Happiness hurrying to meet us,
Joy coming from behind, infusing us,
depression for both of us was intense. The two older children were confused and
hurt, and the younger ones could not understand what was going on.
Fortunately, a new day dawned as I have described above and we became a family
again. However, it was not as simple as that, because it took another thirty years for
Bev and I to work all the garbage out of our relationship.
We were, I think, made for each other because even while separated, I knew that no
one could really hold a torch to Bev, and she never lost her love for me. All those
years of struggle were worth it. Many years later, but still within that thirty year time
limit, I wrote this poem to try and pick up some of the heights and depths of our
emotional journey.
The Four Seasons
Spring
The earth warms in the spring sunshine
New life begins to stir.
Bare branches seeming dead
Bulge with eager hope
And the world smiles again
Assured of summer’s promise
Summer
We became as one
That teenage summer time.
Your eyes met mine and smiled,
And I with breathless longing
Trembled in your radiance,
Heart melted, body saturated
With desire,
Blinded to the foibles or flaws
In heaven and humanity
We saw only a world perfected
Through eyes of love.
Unseeing affirmation
Total absolution.
We walked together heedless of our goal,
The journey only mattered
Oblivious of destination.
We opened our hearts
And made our plans,
Audaciously scheming, shamelessly dreaming,
Then sitting silently serene
The warm summer sun soaking our souls.
Then walking again, sky blue, grass green,
And our feet touching lightly on the turf.
Happiness hurrying to meet us,
Joy coming from behind, infusing us,
