Reflection on a Love Story::
(For Jim)

Too well you know the time,
And I forgot the green-ness in your eyes,
Hiding more than most can understand,
You shut yourself away, too deep for most of us
And I will not forget your beauty, nor betray

Your wisdom, though the people round me
Never understood the love we had…
I knew, was comforted, was angered,
And was sad, the day it ended,
The months, the weeks it wound down slow.
Those green eyes lingered, so it goes.

You know too much, why did you come again?
Your slim form lingering, round medieval scenes
Of ballads strong, of love and battle dying to be won,
Your eyes opponent victors ‘gainst the sun,
Winning cool lakes, and valleys green,
And oceans too far for most to see.

Longing to ascend, to rend those bitter roots,
Not knowing earthly where to start,
We came, to know again,
Our hearts great victories, but not remembering
Who won those battle’s sins.

I found you somehow,
You found me.

And battle ensued, not with swords, or with armies,
But with words, looks, and thoughts,
So deeply.

I think so often we were bitter enemies,
In times ago, lost to us
But remembered swiftly upon our return,
And not forgotten quickly.

Though we suffered through indignities,
We had a love, and many pains
We suffered through, so deeply.

I never lose the feeling that we battled fierce,
Lost many a battle again this time, on both sides.

But I know I’ll never forget,
That look in your eyes,
The power all gone and the lights growing dim,
I turned to you, my closest friend.

And our battles became a last supper,
Of slow-smoked chicken, and boiled,
Mashed potatoes, and a candle burning
On that table.

And I fell asleep on your couch,
And woke to the look
Of your green eyes, sinking into mine,
A soft hand on my ankle, and those eyes so softly divine.
And I wanted to cry 10,000 tears that soft autumn night.
Cause I knew, as you did, that this was the end,
Of our long-battled plight.

You are so deeply entwined, in the other
Why did you come here to suffer again?
I know why I love/loved you, it’s here
In this poem, your words that you penned:


“like the wind blowing a leaf across the meadow,
i float up into the night sky in ecstasy.
floating higher and farther than i have ever before.
looking down and seeing the earth below.
wanting to go higher.
wanting never to return.
wanting to remain free.
free in a world in which no one else can be.
a world that is all mine.
a world up there in the heavens.
a world in which i can just be.
floating higher up...
i drift across the hilltops,
towards the mountains and the setting sun.
experiencing feelings of love.
experiencing feelings of happiness.
experiencing feelings of no more pain.
the sky is mine and i am it.
the stars are me.

This was written in December of 1997
-Jim McMullen”

-Kimberly Nicole Hunt
2-18-04