Memories of Sarah Lee

 

(A lone voice whispers.)

We met so long ago

Two strangers

By the Hidden Creek 

Of the Lone Cherokee

Somewhere up

In the Eternal Magical Circle 

In wild high-tree

Black bear

Country

In good old Tennessee 

Survivors with torn-out hearts

And broken in two dreams

We locked eyes 

And made a real connection 

From somewhere so deep

That Morpheus The Greek

Couldn't tempt us 

To go back to sleep

Time flew by 

As

Happiness 

Came like a beautiful gift from 

On High

But now 

Deep down inside

My beloved Sarah Lee 

We mentally weep 

And silently

Cry

Broken just a little bit more

Tiredness 

A familiar enemy 

Creeping up relentlessly 

Slow

Transforming us 

And making us sore

Through life and its wealth of sacred wars

And all the tragic things 

You can never really truly prepare for

But since we met so long ago

By the Creek of the Lone Cherokee

Lost strangers

Just looking for something irreplaceable

 A preordained numeric key

To open all secret doors

That's so incredible and sustainable 

In the outbacks of good old Tennessee 

Amongst the

Survivors

With torn-out hearts

That bleed 

And broken in two dreams

God must have heard our heartfelt pleas

And pulled us 

Together

For we found something so 

Precious

Its reverence 

To this very day

In all known weathers

Drives and still 

Possesses us

For our love goes 

Beyond the physical world 

But lies instead

In the hotbed of the spiritual 

Where it will live forever 

In the Great Hereafter

For there is nothing on Earth 

That can be compared 

To the sweet love and laughter

Of a beautiful 

everlasting friend

Until the very end

And all I can now do 

Is pray

That God in his wisdom

Looks after her

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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