• By Kevin Roberts

Christine


John William Waterhouse - Untitled [Ophelia], 1889.

No longer light, but not yet dark,

We stand here in some space between

And listen to a meadow lark;

Last year she sang so sweet and keen

For us, Christine.


Here amid the fading flowers,

We think of things that shall not be.

Christine, can you recall the hours

When I was you and you were me

Beside the sea?


Above our heads, the soul of day

Moves softly through the autumn skies;

The earth gives up its green to grey,

And there before our stinging eyes,

It stirs and dies.


The crow plays in the golden grass

And grieves not at his final flight;

He knows that all good things must pass,

That darkness always follows light.

It seems he’s right.


Christine, you fall away from me

On this dour late autumn day

As fiery leaves forsake the tree,

Like eager seeds that drift away

In search of May.


Your fervent mouth looks different now,

The tongue less sweet, the lips less keen,

But press its heat against my brow…

Those lips, I think, have never been

So cold, Christine.


And now that autumn chills our breath,

The light that lit your loving eyes

Fades fast towards a silent death,

And dies now as the season dies,

With subtle sighs.


Go not as one whose steps would sever;

Christine, no shred of sorrow show.

As if farewell were not for-ever,

Go forth like snowflakes, soft and slow,

Like lovers go.


Without the tears that you weep,

And with a smile avert your face,

As though you’ve turned aside to sleep

And soon will wake to claim your place

In my embrace.


Your leaving shall not be the last;

Where e’er you look, there I will be.

And like fond phantoms from the past,

The wild winds that sweep the sea

Bring you to me.


And spectres of our summer showers

Shall dance on in my memory,

The promises of perfect hours,

When I was you and you were me,

Beside the sea.


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Kevin Nicholas Roberts (1969-2008) was a poet, college English Professor, author, husband to Jan and father to his angel dog Buddy. Kevin had two books published in the United Kingdom: Fatal Women, a collection of poetry and Quest for the Beloved: Awaking Truth & Beauty through Mystical Poetry, a book of literary criticism and philosophical discussion. Kevin was the founder and first editor of the poetry journal, Romantics Quarterly.