TO ALL MY DEAR READERS, A GREAT PIECE OF NEWS FOR ME TODAY, THIS POEM HAS BEEN SELECTED TO APPEAR IN THE GEELONG WRITERS ANTHOLOGY 2017. And I’m feeling blessed and honoured, on this, Leonard Cohen’s Anniversary week of his death last year, 7th November. And thank you, Leonard Cohen, for being there as a guiding light through-out all of my life.
‘Til Death Do Us Part.
She’s there, in that tall pale building of brick.
Where the Nightingales care and tend to the sick.
She’s there, away from home and her comforting bed.
Where the Doctors try to fix the endless ills, from her head.
She’s there, her absence, reminds me of future plights.
Where my anxieties for her well being, endure her fight.
She’s there, I need to visit her, all day, and every night.
Where the distance to reach her soul, is out of sight.
She’s there, I’m wondering about that far away dome.
Where my lost personal affection, leaves her all alone.
She’s there, in those misty clouds, church bells ringing.
Where she’s nearing sombre sounds, of angels singing.
She’s there, her constant pain, remains tight in my heart.
Now I’m convinced, like I said, at the very start.
There’s no place like home, for her gathering dark.
And I promise to her, again, ’til death do us part.