adieu Anneliese

She’s flying off to sacred rolling pastures
Of soft earth: emerald hills and opportunity!
And there she’ll rise in a blossoming bloom,
In the land where the spirit is now free.
and when she rests on Ireland's hearth
There is no doubt, she’ll make her mark
For her hearts alive and free from the dark,
and rich with the purest love of poetry.
Oh how she’ll rise above all this!
and like an unsullied dove,
She’ll so coyly smile and so beautifully shine,
With her ever present, pure crystal clarity.
Oh, how I wish to Christ, that I was with her!
As I have always –secretly- longed to be.
But tied to here, my body is,
trapped so physically.
And though I know the physic here is cracking,
Under un-dead sea skies of sweet it now breaks.
I understand the fault, it is my problem;
Oh, how this captain of this ship now quakes.
But soon my heart’s soul will be flying,
Perhaps, if God wills, It will take to the sky,
To then rest upon those green sage shores,
And with a the hints of a soft tender kiss
I Will hopefully gaze with a tender soul
upon her beautiful wise and gentle eyes
that have -and always will- made me sigh.
So Its not adieu I say to her, it is not goodbye farewell,
It’s see you soon, my dear sweet love,
And keep yerself hearty well. X

Xoxoxo