Love Poem: Reckless
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Written by: Cheryl Johnstone

Reckless

Reeling from these absolute changes, she rearranges the pictures on the wall 
as she wonders, oh so reckless, why did he have to fall?
And the people and the memories, he was the hero of us all, he would stand up 
and testify, render the rest of us so small.

When you listen to the wind blow, you may just want to go to the mountains, to 
the woodlands, to the  valleys below where we evolve, where we remember, 
where we try so hard to grow, but there are mysteries, evocative sweet mysteries, 
that we are not meant to know.

That he loved her, that he desired her, was never in dispute and if anything, she 
was more intrigued by the disrepute that her contemporaries and loved ones all 
believed him guilty of, when the question is so obvious, he only meant to bring 
her love.

When I'm singing to the birds' song, I remember his name and I'm elated, so 
euphoric that we thought in so many ways the same.  But his loss is 
overwhelmingand not only for me; a generation was believing that he would set 
them free.  Now it's over and darkness falls on us as never before.  I stand in 
absolute amazement wondering what was behind that final door?  For there was 
music, sweet soul music that I learned by caressing his face and of the path he 
took and the pains he healed there now remains a trace of anger that he was 
taken, his lofty plans forsaken, but when I hear his song his legacy lives on and I 
feel him with me, still strong, still valiant and free.  I know he feels me still in awe 
of him, not sure how to begin, to rejoice.  I'm making the best choice, in absolute 
changes revolutionary in me that will set all of us free.