There will come a time when the field of light between us will shine no more… just as the sun as it hides behind the horizon. I will search for your warmth and your reaction, but I will only have your memory to remind me of our brief time together.
The love and the closeness of time… as time stands still… I see the smile in your eyes as the wind blows your silver hair. I see the light as it catches your face and the memory, as a recording, throws a piercing ingestion into my heart. It is now that the symphony of your voice echoes through the vastness of my silent recall.
I will always need someone to hold my hand and spirit while guiding my thoughts. I will always heed your touch and your concern.
There will come a day when my offspring will look for that attention that I continually search for. I know that if I have struggled through life’s toils and triumphs with them, they will hear the comforts of my voice in their minds when I have grown old.
When the loneliness of life pulls their hearts toward the parched and heated ground… they can peer into the vastness of the sky and find the place that we have always shared… the moon... the moon with its unchanging surface. I know that they will feel the glow of their daddy fall upon them.
In ways that seem as insignificant as a sparrow that falls to the ground, our conversations and communication are as impressionable as the wounds of battle.
Feel free to judge yourself in the task of nurturing. The impressions you have made will change this world. I am as confident in this, just as I know that one night my child will peer into the sky and call my name from the heavens. She will receive a memory or a vision that will set her heart to rest… and reveal the love and testament that has been opened from your heart to mine… and from my heart to hers…
Shannon R Killman
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