FOREVER SAFE
By
James Fletcher
July 5, 1997
Born of her love,
forever safe.
Secure in her smile,
forever safe.
Cruelty and pain,
tears and doubt.
She was always there,
forever safe.
Time took its toll,
a chasm grew.
Tears and doubt,
I wasn't always there.
The light was bright,
the smile was gone.
She is forever safe,
forever safe.
Goodbye, Shakes
Of honor and loyalty,
I learned from you,
The meaning of humanity,
You taught me too.
You touched my heart,
And ran to me,
You filled the space,
And helped me see.
You asked for nothing,
Nor I in return,
We loved each other,
We watched and learned.
You were and always will be,
From the beginning to the end,
More than I deserved,
You were indeed my friend.
I will truly miss you.
Goodbye Shakes.
James Fletcher January 25, 2002
Alaskan Sunrise
Would that I could know
The names of more temperate ones
Bringing light to wakened souls
By your leave as silver runs
The nature of your bearing
Yields not to my desire
The host of thy caring
Lends breath to my fire
The spires in prose
Relieved by your light
Kissed by dew on the rose
Forgiven by the night
Lesser men would kneel
Though reverent in love
On my knee will I steal
Your surrendered glove
Oh thou in slumber
As these words I write
My smile is encumbered
This love is so right
James Fletcher
September 23, 2002
For Karen
From the darkness I climbed
Into the light of your smile
I’ve been away for a while.
The sweet voice in my ears
And the warmth of your touch
I care not so much.
The joy in my heart
The clashing of wills
Though miles apart
My love beats still
I have known another time
In my dreams where you did step
So gentle on my mind
A memory I have kept.
If fate plays its part
For souls eternal be
Look into my heart
And know my love for thee.
By
James Fletcher
You Won’t Hear Me Weep
I was born in the spring,
In the land called Northwest.
It was a beautiful thing
And I was the best.
Miles of cable,
Yards of skin.
As soon as I was able,
My life would begin.
In all forms of weather,
I held true to the course.
I brought people together,
Their need was my source.
But one autumn morning
some men with a knife,
without any warning
took control of my life.
My choices were few,
I was created to obey
What could I do,
But prolong this day.
We called out to friends
And loved ones below
We could not pretend
That we didn’t know.
I lie now in a heap,
Forgotten amidst the trouble
You won’t hear me weep
Beneath all the rubble.
I was so very proud
To be a 757.
By
James Fletcher
September 12, 2001
