WHEN I FALL

WHEN I FALL

Ricardo Antonio Garcia

I fall down to my knees and weep

for the Sun has not risen since they passed.

Earth had stopped revolving

the day they walked to the other side

transformed by the Light

and the promise of God in Heaven.

Feeling them near

the character, laughter and joy

sets my life apart of its happenings

and their energy

is what drives my imagination.

I fall down to my knees in a settlement

aligning the planets in my universe

like a gently rocking boat on a quiet lake.

Transmuting thoughts knock

and I open the door to their once upon a time

and simply fall to my knees, and cry.

The feel and touch of them

abhorrently creates an animosity toward life

regretting that time is short

and into its envelope we will all disappear.

What I would give to see them again.

I fall to the ground in my disparity

because there are days that become significant

and I feel them breathing in me.

Does shame draw its colors upon us and stain

or dilute the reality of this pain?

Once a child, as we once where a child

the swing rides thrust there images in our eyes

torturing us with tears

and all the sublime and heartfelt years.

Youth creates a shield, a room

without windows to think about what I do now.

I rise from the ground and know God has touched me

for the solace of these wisdoms

speak a disheartening but secure word.

How the things possessed

separate us from thinking about the Spirit

and what rises and falls.

Lets think about whom you have loved

and unfortunately still love

as the embers of their existence still burns.