For a long time after my partner Peter died, some 30 years ago, I felt guilty if I so much looked at another man, let alone slept with one. Then one day I heard Peter whisper in my ear, ‘What are you waiting for? Go for it…’ and realised that life is for living and the dead, especially, would not begrudge us that.
REUNION
Among shadows, softly tread
and have no fear,
reassured by the living dead
I let loved ones into my head
and shed no tear,
among shadows, softly tread
I brood over history and dread
the next chapter,
reassured by the living dead
Gladly, I let those I have loved
find me here,
among shadows, softly tread
I’ll take my true love to my bed,
conscience clear,
reassured by the living dead
Haunted by words in anger said,
find forgiveness here;
among shadows, softly tread,
reassured by the living dead
Copyright R. N. Taber 2009
[Note: This poem will appear in my new collection - On The Battlefields Of Love - scheduled for publication on March 8th.]
