by Judith Evans, 1999
this gentle arc of the spirit,
like a gossamer winged creature,
that would have sprung from my heart
and plunged headlong
into the liquid, lustrous pools
of those chestnut eyes;
leapt in entrechant and,
blowing kisses as it crossed
the path of my own,
arms spread wide—
A swan dive—and then
hands coming together
as it sliced cleanly,
as hope does,
into the clear, blue ocean
of my eyes;
the way salmon never return
to the sea when once
they leave its waters,
And we would have been
forever safe and joyous
in each other’s hearts.
And you would be here today.
And I would be loving you still
if we had ever met.
I’ve never been one for writing poetry but looking at Peter’s beautiful face and hearing his words from a loving heart, certainly can inspire it. Every now and then I have to stop and watch him for inspiration and comfort. I look at videos or photographs. I must remind myself of the valuable things he thought and expressed and most of all read the loving expressions of people like you who continue to honor him. We all share the same feelings. That once a very special young man passed our way. And we are never going to forget him.