Ashes to Emeralds

I sit back in my rocker, next to my fireplace, and write another line in my diary, then I tear out the page

I start again, still it isn't right, I tear, another, and another, then I crunch them with my hand, with rage

They burn into flames, into the fires of hell, the story I tell is too much, it is a story that, even I can't believe

I fell in love, when I was a very young teen, everything seemed so right, the songs we kept to ourselves

The notes we would write, I kept them all, we fell apart, after the years, we were unsure, the time passed, like dusty books on a shelves

Then one cold raining day, the phone rang, I picked it up, and the voice, that voice, I would never forget, it was him, after all I grieved

We would never no each other again, the talk was deep, the words, from the past, the forgiving of remembering, and the passion still the same

My mouth became dry, I wet it with a glass of red wine, as I cried, he told me how he felt, the lust for my kiss, the brush of my hair, and the eyes of ecstasy

True love, never dies, but the next page, is not as warm felt, he told me, he had only six months to live, the cancer now spread

With all my heart, with all my soul, I could hardly breathe, and I didn't know what to say, the next I knew, we would have lunch the next day

When my eyes met his, it was as if my entire body would collapse, his body was tall, and still lean, though his hair had less, and some gray

The smile, the sexy, sexy smile, still the same, he grabbed my hand, then pulled me to him, and hugged me, so very, very tight

As tears poured out our eyes, we sat and reminisced of the past, we would make love each morning, and night, for the next three months

Until, he left me a note pinned to my pillow bed, telling me he could not live without me, and knowing time was slipping by, he could not stay

I did not hear from him again, but read an obituary, that he had passed, in Arizona, where he often visited, the last note, the last, touch, never to feel

Then, a package arrived at my door step, I feared to open it, it was from him, my hands trembled, I opened the box, and inside was a golden band with emeralds, and a letter

Dear Jan, remember me, in the young, and the last times we touched, this is the ring, I have been saving, for the last forty years, now it is yours, forever

I would weep, for days, and nights, not sleeping, just dreaming, of the writings in my diary, and the ashes to emeralds, his eyes in the flames

Where my lover, will be with me,  I will see him some day, once more, and forever, we will live together, with emerald jewels

Passionate love, and songs, of laughter in the rain, and memories, lighting the corners of my mind, bringing death, peace eternal, to hold hands thrill