Memories of Her…

There he sat all alone
No pain or uneasiness
He simply enjoyed his solitude
As his memory went back to time’s past
When he was young and daring.

In the silence of twilight's tender glow
He simply sat back with a smile and let the memories flow
Remembering the best years of his life
And how then we often find ourselves in a hurry to grow up.

Like all, looking back he had many regrets
Mostly he wandered when he started to lose himself
Succumbing to a world that always demands more
Tearing at the heart…
Chipping at the soul…
Moments like this brought back to his center
Brought him back home
His ultimate stand against the unnamable monster
Where divinity is born
And in death only flesh and bones often are all that’s left. 

He sat there with a growing smile
Remembering old times 
When despite life’s blows we thrive
The heart blooms…
The mind wide open…. 
And we find ourselves eager to embrace the world
Daring…
Untamed…
Wild…
Innocent…
Divine.

He needed his medicine…
Memories of a pure love that once bloomed
The innocent love that thrives in the young
And a girl’s heart which was wisdom consumed. 

She was a vision…
A soul so chaotic yet serene
Sacred Gypsy Spirit lived within
With brown eyes like pools
Deep and keen….
And a mind that wandered on life’s mysteries
While she was held by the ancient’s embrace. 

Her gaze held secrets; stories untold
Horrors that could not be repeated
Yet she refused to be defeated
And so day after day she rose
Determined to make the day count
To write a story worth remembering
One not easily forgotten
Where the dame tames the dragon to her will
And devils and angels with her dance and sing.

In her, a philosopher's wisdom unfolds
Yet beneath her thoughts, an innate sensuality lay
That is just who she was
She did not mean to seduce or provoke
Unaware of her nature for it was part of her being
That is how one knew
Despite the marks of heavy blows
Innocence reigned in her essence
For we only see in the world
The reflection of our own soul. 

She'd linger by rivers, bare under the sun
Not to seduce, but to be as one with life
With nature's grace gently caressing her skin
Soothing and healing the pains within

In her nakedness, no shame was found
For her purity dwelled in depths unseen
Her essence, a beacon, forever to burn brightly
And though her past bore burdens untold
In her love, healing would unfold.

She taught him to love with all his might
To cherish each moment…
Facing his own darkness…
Embracing his own light…
To feel deeply…
To empathize…
No condemnations of one or the other
For gentle sins do not make monsters
These often prefer to be in plain sight
Dressed as doves while they are ravenous wolves
But from her, they could not hide
For her eyes see beyond what is kept hidden
Beyond the unknown. 

She taught him to look in
To touch his own heart
To see the world through compassionate eyes
Yet keep building the Samurai
The rose…
And the sword.

With her, he could be himself
He could let his imagination take flight
For it is there where dreams are born
To not forget this, he swore
Try as the world might
He would not forget without putting up a fight. 

Today is all we've got, she would say
In her gentle yet fiery way
And in her arms, he found his home
Where past and future softly roam.

Though time may pass, and memories fade
Her essence in his heart forever shall remain engraved
For she was the one who taught him to see
The beauty in love…
The strength within
She taught him how to be wild
Determined…
Pure…
And free!

Sofia E. Falcone