Aureet, Is It Possible?, January, 1991

Is it possible that you are gone?

Is it possible this light and life

and energy and exuberance

have ceased and vanished?

 

I tremble and shudder with you

in the freezing dark water.

How could they leave you lying there

your warmth dissipating in the brutal cold?

 

I kissed your body on your dying bed,

Your silky skin was still warm and soft,

You were struggling so hard to live!

Why weren't you given a chance?

 

Why?  Why?

Dreams, January, 1991

Seeing you all the time,

So beautiful and vivacious -          

Walking gracefully toward us,

With your warm tender smile :

"I am back to go on living and loving".

 

With crushed hopes,

We wish the impossible,

That somehow you will come

To continue where you stopped,

And have your dreams fulfilled -

 

You dreamed of doing more

For the advancement of your field,

You hoped to find more time

To reflect and write and paint ...

You had such a need to create!

 

You wished to share the joys of life,

You searched for deep true love -

You longed to have children -   

To give them caring and love -

To raise a super happy family.

Born to Love, January, 1991

You were born to live and love -

You made your surroundings lovely,

You made daily living exciting,

You added bright sparkle to life,

You lived the meaning of beauty -

You cheered the beauty of the world.

 

How could it all suddenly stop?

How could it all be shattered?

Your searching, your insights?

Your beauty, your vitality?

Your generosity, your loving? -

Your incredible genuine openness?

 

We wish we could give our life

so you could live again.

We wish we could hold you close,

to warm you and protect you

and prevent you from slipping  -

from giving your life away...

 

But all that's left is our pain;

All that's left is our love.

We know you believed in love - -.

in the power of love to give life...

If love is stronger than death - -

You are truly alive! 

            You will always be alive!!!

At The Pond, September, 1991

Aureet! Oh Aureet!

We have come to this pond many times

since that disastrous day in January.

We have tried to capture your last hours - -

walking the path you had walked,

imagining your delight in all this beauty.

 

Our loving Aureet!

Your love for Nature is languishing here,

and life goes on all around as before...

and we are drowning in a sea of agony,

staying afloat only because of our love for you

and our effort to hold on to each other.

 

Our lovely Aureet!

I look at the pond smiling in the sun

and see only frigid, slippery ice...

Luscious green trees whisper in the breeze

and I hear only your last whisper - -

"Oh my God, Oh my God".

Fall Without You, October, 1991

Aureet, Fall is here.

Time of so much beauty.

Sunsets richer with clouds

tinged with red, orange and purple.

Many trees flare-up

as the sunshine embraces them.

Orange, yellow, red leaves

are slowly scattering all around,

softly covering all the ground.

 

Summer flowers still holding on - -

but are gradually replaced

by colorful chrysanthemums,

flaring with warm glow

declaring vigorous life,

bursting with exuberance.

You loved all this so much...

now they are here without you

staring questioningly at me.

A Year At Your Grave, January, 1992

I cry at your grave in the rain - -

My tears mixed with raindrops

keep falling to the ground,

perhaps penetrating to you

down underneath the grass - -

Could those grievous tears

give new life, new hope?

 

Oh Aureet!  Aureet!

I wish At times to join you

to curl with you down there

just to warm you up a little

when the winter winds blow,

when the cold white snow

unfeelingly covers your grave.

 

I sit near your grave at sunset,

Soft orange lights at the horizon

glare at the lifeless stones.

The sun, peeking with a frown

is sinking slowly in silence.

Will there come another day?

Will there be a light of life?

Spring at the Cemetery, May, 1992

Between the grass and the trees

I buried bulbs last November.

Now colorful tulips come to life

as before in your garden, remember?

 

More flowers near your grave.

so vividly adorn the ground.

How much you would have liked -

spreading beauty all around...

 

Life begins everywhere - -

Even in the cemetery.

Life begins - but it ended

last year in January.

Stormy, November, 1992

The wind is howling all around,

the frail tall trees are shaking - 

dreading devastation.

Lonely silent tender flowers

near the stones are trembling

anticipating calamity.

 

No people dare come to the cemetery,

frenzied Nature is blustering

with wrath and furor,

crashing desolate forlorn crying,

choking anguished wailing -

my endless agony.

Garden Near Your Grave, August, 1993

It is a scorching sunny day, 

I must water the plants again.

Bending their heads with dismay,

they complain of lack of rain.

 

Yet, I feel here today less despair

I feel less the marks of doom,

as I see this colorful flare -

bright cosmos flowers in bloom.

 

There is little I can do any more

to give you with love and care

but I can plant near you as before

bright flowers for us to share.