Traversing Time
written by: Anthony John Ward
You arrived in the world with far to go,
When the waning crescent moon was in close proximity to Mercury,
And the world was in its brightest summer splendour.
From when we’re born, we grow up with the sky as blue,
That’s all we’ve ever known.
Then all of a sudden, it’s a different hue.
Without your light the sun has been dimmed.
Though it will not diminish,
I can still feel the warmth of your spirit in the rest of my mind,
That source of joy that radiated from you and lit up our lives,
Like the bright yellow gorse that blooms out your smile.
Whenever the sun shines, I know you are near,
You’re in those slats of light stretching across the afternoon carpet,
You are the evening glow shining down upon the hills,
You are my horizon where I look to unite with the base of my thoughts,
Upon the landscape of your face where I long to let my eyes roam,
To wander and wonder at your pulchritude.
Your countenance bestowed the purist friendship,
Your companionship conveyed genuine affection,
Your eyes filled with both the oceans and skies,
Trickles of hair cascading down the rise of your cheeks,
Your laugh, the expression of pouring wine.
Whenever the wind whispers, I hear your voice,
Nurturing me with the gentlest breeze,
That swabs me as I wander the world,
Searching for you in the distant stars,
Where the light of our life still traverses time,
Across the dark coldness of the space between us.
How the room echoes after you’ve taken out all the comforts.
It’s like something has been removed from me,
And yet it feels all the more heavier.
Time remains like an empty radio station that has fallen silent,
No longer broadcasting the reassuring familiarity.
You left this world when the pink moon was close to Spica,
And the bluebells were wringing out the dew.
When the cherry blossoms burst with a life all too brief,
Before staining the ground with petals of grief.
The world is more lonely without you.
Music is quieter, food has less flavour.
Now life is like a broken promise,
It wasn’t meant to be this way,
You’re not supposed to be gone.
We were supposed to go further down the road,
Contemplate the sunset in the autumn of our journey,
Part in the night, not midafternoon.
We come into this world part way through and leave well before the end.
That cast of characters in the show of our life,
Becoming fewer as we look back at the photo
At the full ensemble in our golden years.
Back when life was so much simpler,
When there were no worries of health-
No Death,
When we lived our life as if it were eternal.
For Leanne (26.07.1984 – 13.04.2025)
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