A profoundly touching and deeply moving elegy. To hold that final gaze and keep a bond unbroken across the veil requires immense strength. It is also a graceful and heartbreaking tribute — to a love that transcends even time and fading light.
'When the night deepens and the blue moon rises, your love remains the constant star'.
It's been a while indeed. So thanks kindly my dear, this delicate piece has cured my longing for your pen strokes. Sweet dreams. 🫂🤍
The poem feels like someone holding the last moments of a life with both hands, refusing to let anything slip away too quickly. There’s a tenderness in the way each detail is remembered, as if naming them might keep the person close for just a little longer. What struck me most is how physical the grief is — the soft hair, the relaxed hand, the fading warmth. It’s love trying to stay present even as the world is shifting into absence. The poem moves gently, almost like a vigil kept in whispers. And the promise of “never goodbye” doesn’t feel dramatic; it feels like devotion that has nowhere else to go. The final lines carry a quiet ache, a kind of love that lingers after everything else has gone still. By the end, you feel the weight of someone refusing to look away, even in the last light.
Hi Rena, here l am scrolling through Substack on a grey day in front of the fire 💖, and come across this beautiful song. I remember 🙏🏼💖. Thank you. (PS: see how l wrote song and not poem … just could be a song 💖)
Death is the last penultimate moment of a life. To die in the hands of one’s beloved - what a gift that would be. Soon, my love, soon. So beautiful this is.
There are so many times and ways we say goodbye to those we love, whether it's just for a night's sleep or forever, and these few beautiful words seem to capture them all. They shifted for me each time I came back to read again.
I tried to comment and got a message that only paid subscribers can comment and then well, it seems in hindsight like a glitch. Lovely poem in any case.
So long since I imagined lavender colored hair. Sensual and lovely, bless you my friend. It’s been too many days, months without your dear voice. Welcome home. ❤️🕊️🥰
This is heavy but incredibly intimate. That moment of watching the light leave someone’s eyes, refusing to blink because you want to hold onto the very last second of their gaze, is about as fiercely human as it gets. It’s a devastatingly beautiful tribute to a love that refuses to let death have the final word. "Never goodbye, under a blue moon goodnight" just broke my heart a little.
This is putting words to a kind of grief and devotion that I can relate to.
Dear Rena, UNBROKEN is soulful and ethereal, your atmospheric composition touches my heartstrings, a heart beats in the space between your words. May you be happy and healthy✌️&💛Geraldine
A profoundly touching and deeply moving elegy. To hold that final gaze and keep a bond unbroken across the veil requires immense strength. It is also a graceful and heartbreaking tribute — to a love that transcends even time and fading light.
'When the night deepens and the blue moon rises, your love remains the constant star'.
It's been a while indeed. So thanks kindly my dear, this delicate piece has cured my longing for your pen strokes. Sweet dreams. 🫂🤍
Thank you so much my dear friend Wifa 🤍 🫂
The poem feels like someone holding the last moments of a life with both hands, refusing to let anything slip away too quickly. There’s a tenderness in the way each detail is remembered, as if naming them might keep the person close for just a little longer. What struck me most is how physical the grief is — the soft hair, the relaxed hand, the fading warmth. It’s love trying to stay present even as the world is shifting into absence. The poem moves gently, almost like a vigil kept in whispers. And the promise of “never goodbye” doesn’t feel dramatic; it feels like devotion that has nowhere else to go. The final lines carry a quiet ache, a kind of love that lingers after everything else has gone still. By the end, you feel the weight of someone refusing to look away, even in the last light.
Thank you 🌻
Your poetry melts me
Aww thank you, Sean 🌻 sweet words
Hi Rena, here l am scrolling through Substack on a grey day in front of the fire 💖, and come across this beautiful song. I remember 🙏🏼💖. Thank you. (PS: see how l wrote song and not poem … just could be a song 💖)
Thank you so much, Simone 🌻
Death is the last penultimate moment of a life. To die in the hands of one’s beloved - what a gift that would be. Soon, my love, soon. So beautiful this is.
Thank you so much, Celi, for the kind words 🌻 🤍
Goodbyes touch us all
There are so many times and ways we say goodbye to those we love, whether it's just for a night's sleep or forever, and these few beautiful words seem to capture them all. They shifted for me each time I came back to read again.
Oh Amanda 🌻 love your observations, thank you 🤍
I tried to comment and got a message that only paid subscribers can comment and then well, it seems in hindsight like a glitch. Lovely poem in any case.
It is a glitch. I don't do paid subscriptions. I'm sorry I can't read your comment. I miss your comments 🌻
Simply beautiful.
Thank you, Jim 🌻
So long since I imagined lavender colored hair. Sensual and lovely, bless you my friend. It’s been too many days, months without your dear voice. Welcome home. ❤️🕊️🥰
Thank you, dear Judith 🌻 Think lavender scent 🤭
Of course! ❤️🕊️🥰
We Have Not Long to Love
By Tennessee Williams
.
We have not long to love.
Light does not stay.
The tender things are those
we fold away.
Coarse fabrics are the ones
for common wear.
In silence I have watched you
comb your hair.
Intimate the silence,
dim and warm.
I could but did not, reach
to touch your arm.
I could, but do not, break
that which is still.
(Almost the faintest whisper
would be shrill.)
So moments pass as though
they wished to stay.
We have not long to love.
A night. A day....
That last line is so moving... goodbye is not goodbye forever.
Thank you so much, Rajani 🌻
This is heavy but incredibly intimate. That moment of watching the light leave someone’s eyes, refusing to blink because you want to hold onto the very last second of their gaze, is about as fiercely human as it gets. It’s a devastatingly beautiful tribute to a love that refuses to let death have the final word. "Never goodbye, under a blue moon goodnight" just broke my heart a little.
This is putting words to a kind of grief and devotion that I can relate to.
Thank you so much, Joe 🌻
Moved something in my heart.
Dear Rena, UNBROKEN is soulful and ethereal, your atmospheric composition touches my heartstrings, a heart beats in the space between your words. May you be happy and healthy✌️&💛Geraldine
Thank you so much, Geraldine 🌻
A last moment lingers. Memory may one day falter, but your poem remembers.
Thank you so much, Paul 🌻 Loved your dazzling creation this morning
'The notes on the waves
They lulled me
Clouds diplomatic
Obscuring what pains us
Disappears'
Lovely writing Rena!
Beautiful. Thank you so much, Síodhna 🌻
Thank you so much, Síodhna 🌻