No more kisses on the Wind

Two “blocks” of wood crossed over one another, as they burn in a fireplace (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

In their last lifetime together

He was seldom by her side.

He had promises to keep.

“I will be with you in the next lifetime…

My darling wife…“

As he blew  kisses on the Wind

The storms of life were raging.

The woman she was aging.

The ‘one who was on his way’

had not arrived.

She lit the candle.

Scrubbed the floor.

All was in readiness and more.

The fruit was dried, the pickles done;

She had worked from dawn till setting sun.

Still the “one who was on his way’ had not arrived.

Why am I still dreaming a maiden’s dreams?

I know the score.

It is not always what it seems.

Still she cleaned, gathered and spun.

She worked from dawn till setting sun.

In the night she dreamed a long dream.

“I could not come

to you this

lifetime wife.

I had hard living.

I had much strife.

I will keep

my promise

to be ever

by your side.

I will be

sending you

kisses on the wind.

My love I cannot hide.”

In the morning

the dream was done.

How would she live

on without ‘the one’?

She shook her head.

She started fresh bread.

She made new plans

as she made the bed.

Plans for herself, now,

 that she was forever free.

Plans to travel,

there were places to see.

She sat in the evening,

toast and tea for one.

Making her fire

upon the hearth,

she started to sing…

“I need no kisses

upon the wind.

I stand alone,

as it has always been.

I have my freedom,

no need to roam.

I will enjoy my own  fire.

I will love my home.

I have no need

for promises

from lifetimes past.

I have a love within me.

A love that lasts.“

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