In Memoriam: Kristine Gillet (September 9, 1952- May 17, 2004), beloved wife and mother
Tonight the moon brings back the night my nights
Alone were swept from me. Some thread of fate--
God’s hand? The wheel? The stars? A meteorite?--
That night bound you and me to us. Our freight
Of words bore weights that words were meant to bear.
Each smile conveyed a code, each coded glance
Encrypted secrets only we could share.
An angel said, “Give the guy a chance!”
A drunken sidewalk Gabriel whose arms
Gave comfort to that chill prophetic night.
He gave no hint, nor did the stars, that charms
May fade, that roses bloom but also bite.
I do not care. By moon I stay foresworn:
That night we met was worth ten thousand storms.
Tonight the moon brings back the night my nights
Alone were swept from me. Some thread of fate--
God’s hand? The wheel? The stars? A meteorite?--
That night bound you and me to us. Our freight
Of words bore weights that words were meant to bear.
Each smile conveyed a code, each coded glance
Encrypted secrets only we could share.
An angel said, “Give the guy a chance!”
A drunken sidewalk Gabriel whose arms
Gave comfort to that chill prophetic night.
He gave no hint, nor did the stars, that charms
May fade, that roses bloom but also bite.
I do not care. By moon I stay foresworn:
That night we met was worth ten thousand storms.
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