The Refuge III
By
Elio O. DiClaudio
&
Amy L. Melendez

You witnessed our first meeting;
you were witness to our last

You brought us back together again,
on one of the darkest days in this lifetime,

To our “church” where we met for the first time so many years before.

Thru the days you watched us sweat beneath the desiccating sun

Loving each other, always wanting more, never enough time

And at night in the back seat when we were one
Kneeling down to Pray

In the shadows’ neath your boardwalk, she opened me to love

Inside each other,
we needed to remember this day, this moment

Not long after I stand on our spot alone,
with just the sun above

So, I could leave him again,
or did he leave me, at our “church” door

As sweat turned to tears, I sought comfort by the moonlight

Beautiful Bella Luna, was not written for us to stay too long,

Your rippling waves murmuring “don’t fret it’s alright”

Kill me first with your sword, then yourself…do it so we can be together, promise me my Love

Water to water, salt to salt,
that’s the cycle that’s the beat

I had no holy water to cleanse my broken heart
I jump into you, the waves claim the tears

Wanting Him to jump back into me,
to make me HIS again

Water to water, salt to salt, the cycles complete

My heart went the wrong way, in every other direction, but HIS

As sweat and tears merge in your cleansing baptism

Take me back to our “Church” forgive me my TRUE LOVE

With simple and humble words, I offer you this tribute

With silent suffering,
I learned to write down every word
You gave me peace, you gave me refuge

I want peace again, wanting to go back to our “Church” our sweet refuge

A synchronicity emerging
The clock is ticking, the heart is pounding, a synchronistic event is being born

A birthday celebration, a class reunion,
family gatherings

Yes, Yes its time for this to happen, now, again, nothing to fear

Voids of time, in between which a chance to reunite old souls

I remember you – dear friend, I remember the smile, the face, the touch

Back home where years ago together they took their first strolls

So many years, how I’ve wanted to touch you again and to see your beautiful face

One, twenty nine, two thousand ten
Room three 0 nine at nine pm

All the nine’s, they added up perfectly…
thank you Universe!

Nevertheless, the numbers don’t add up, the hearts and souls are out sync
The bodies grasp and struggle for the moment

Kissing again, loving again, too much too soon – WAIT (Please, Don’t Go)

Searching in the candlelight,
it vanished in a blink

Lost in the frenzy of a ticking clock
Noise echoing inside my head

If not here and now what other when and where instead?

By the light of that beautiful moon outside the room, – WAIT (Listen)

The energy’s in chaos we can’t refute
Is there still the chance for our last refuge?

BY THE LIGHT OF THE BELLA LUNA, THAT NIGHT, IN A NEW LIFETIME, WE WERE JOINED AGAIN AT OUR “CHURCH”, WERE WE FOUND OUR REFUGE

We were given the blessing now, for us to recognize, that WE DID find our Refuge, our Sanctuary, with Each Other, whenever and whenever it was possible.

(Screen) Name: Leyna