Memories In Shadows

I feel the emptiness
It makes me look inside
See my own reflection
Ghosts of what were
Whispers in the wind
Disappearing in the fog
Memories in Shadows
I feel for you
I truly do
It just sometimes
Brings up things
I'm not ready to deal with
Like saying goodbye
And letting you go
Like walking alone
In the middle of the night
And not feeling your presence
Or that familiar scent
That lingered through the night
Or simply hearing you breathe
Or your heartbeat next to mine
Sometimes I feel
Angry that I'm still here
And a deep sadness
Like an endless well
And powerless
To do anything but scream
All these changes came so fast
Once again a solitary path
This time...to find myself
And to let you go.

( July 17th ,2009 )

Grief, shock, sadness...still linger in my heart... I can't be in two places at once, and I so would like to be there for you and hold your hand. But I promise...when things calm down and you and I have time ... We will sit and look back and laugh and cry, and learn to look forward... This poem is like a parallel for you and I.... this I will explain later... And I know you understand.

A Silent Goodbye

Anthony "Tony" Godfrey

The Winds of change
Blow softly now
The waves of the lake
Calm..where a storm rages
The night sky
Ever so bright
Has lost a star
Burned out
Flashed across the sky
Without a sound
We look up
See a bit more darkness
Where a point of light
Was always there
To guide us
Through the night
Camelot is far away
The faint cry of dragons
Are all but a whisper
And hold no comfort
A lone candle burns
In the window of the tower
A beacon for the soul
Searching his way
Thru the mist covered forest
And from the garden
He walks alone
From a distance we see him go
Quietly turning one last time
To say a silent goodbye
And in that moment
The fog takes him
And the candle flame
Burns no more
He has gone ... home.

( Written For Tony ...July 12, 2009 )

Gwen.... I cannot wrap my head around the news you gave me tonite about Tony. I am so very sorry, and I feel so bad for you, You know I love you and I always have, and you know how I felt about him.... he was part of our gang on the island of misfit toys... so, as writers and poets do... I picked up a pen after we spoke on the fone... after I regained my composure.... and wrote this. I so want to be there for you now... but I will be there as always in spirit, just reach out... and I will feel you calling.

Love.. Michael.