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The Web Poetry Corner - Philip Claude Andermann - Her Gift %5B%5Bcorrection%5D%5D

Her Gift %5B%5Bcorrection%5D%5D

by

Philip Claude Andermann



It was here we kissed, the dancer and I.
I feel as she who I lost to love
were now here again.
Garden pond's sparkling ripples:
reflected, is that her face dissolving
into laughter spread to liquid suns?
Ripples of Time's unseen current: cool dusk wind;
defying old Time, she dances now
EVERYWHERE, clothed in woven waves
of flower-suns,
other bursting suns.
My cupped hands reach out again...

That time as she faded into the ripples of a crowd..
I had held her sparkle, as now a gem
in the cup of my hands
reaching out after her in confusion;
in the cup of my hand, of my life.

I never saw her again...
It seems so many days,
yet in the crowd of one thousand people I meet,
with them I've explored, as in a garden
of sunflowers bursting forth at last under the sun:
her gift before me, eternal
in my heart.

I may never see her again...
It seems so many days,
yet in the crowd of one thousand people I meet,
with them I've explored, as in a garden
of sunflowers bursting forth under the sun:
her gift before me, eternal
in my heart.

I may not see her, for all her wonderful warmth will be glowing inside me.
I will see her everywhere,
for her wonderful gift was to teach me to see,
to sincerely respond to and develop
the glowing warmth injerent in everyone.

Yes, I need not holf her face captive of my hands,
my eyes.
She left me something in that crowd:
THE BEAUTY OF PEOPLE.

My hands took her gift.
My life accepts it.
My eyes now see
clearly to move forward.

As I rise now at dawn from that mirror
to the flow of times in reality
the sun of her warmth leads
beside me.

My friend, I would give you her gift to give another...
to another to return to her
I lost in love,
her gift of love.
Lost in love, how can I return it to her,
her gift to love?

My friends in the crowd at dawn.
Did she already give you her gift?
YOU ALL SMILE BACK AT ME...


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