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Margaret Carmichael

Margaret Carmichael

To My Maggie, the Inspiration for this composition….
and yes, it does hold a copyright from a grateful husband…
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UNDERTOW
I see the will-o-wisp, rise from the misty mire…
Where shadows of the night, dance around an amber fire…
In silent gaze I stare into the bowels of this flame…
When through the sparks ascending, she whispers soft my name…

Kisses like the currents, where below the surface lies…
The chaos of her passion, the abyss within her eyes…
I sink to depths enchanted, where few men seldom go…
Never more to rise, from my Lovers undertow…

I hear the hounds a howling, in the midst of the chase…
Driven by the scent, and locked into the race…
Along the silent trestles, down the dark re-breaks…
Flees the wounded heart, destined to forsake…

Her locks hang like the mist, upon a gypsy wind…
Covers me in visions, of places I’ve never been…
Her touch upon my face, I shall forever know…
A captive to the sway, of my Lovers undertow…

Kisses like the currents, where below the surface lies…
The chaos of her passion, the abyss within her eyes…
I sink to depths enchanted, where few men seldom go…
Never more to rise, from my Lovers undertow…

Eternal now we stand, below the waxing of the moon…
Where echoes of the heart, fill creations room…
We waltzed among the chants of the crickets lullaby…
And on the wings of the nightwind, vowed our last goodbye…

Her smile a raging river, reflections of the deep…
Where fountains of desire, spring forth within my keep…
The churning of the waters, can’t swim against the flow…
I am forever lost, to my Lovers undertow..

Kisses like the currents, where below the surface lies…
The chaos of her passion, the abyss within her eyes…
I sink to depths enchanted, where few men seldom go…
Never more to rise, from my Lovers undertow, her undertow…

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We had attended the same college back in the late 70s, and we probably passed each other in the hall numerous times without taking a glance or acknowledging the existence of the other.  But why should we?  We were dating other people, following our dreams amid the scores of others who call Mississippi College their home.  We did not know each other, nor could we have comprehended what the future held for each of us.  After graduation, I return home to my beloved Stonewall, in anticipation of settling down, starting a family, and living out my days.  By the time I was elected Mayor in 1981, I had no prospects for a future wife.  Having survived two major breakups, one in the mid-70s and the other in the early 80s, in being honest with myself, I suppose I really wasn’t looking all that hard.  I occupied myself with the pursuit of politics and travel.  It was during these years, that I began to mature in wisdom and in faith.  My travels took me to Israel and to Scotland.  I fell in love with the Hebraic roots of my faith and I also learned to play the Bagpipes.  I learned early on, that good relationships was the product of those who were determined to work at relationships.  My late grandfather once made an observation concerning my social life.  He once told someone, that I would never go back into a relationship once it had been severed by the person I had entrusted my heart to.  You know, he was absolutely right.  How could I?  I had to assume, that perhaps they were looking for something else, someone with more potential, perhaps more economic structure.  But then I thought, disappointments are sure to come.  A mother may be disappointed in her child at times, but she would never divorce herself from her children.  In hard times, one spouse may be disappointed in another, but they never break it off, endurance becomes a state of mind.  So that is why I never went back, I would have become more of a begger and less of a mature adult, possessing no ability to recognize things the way they truly are.  I did not seek reelection in 1985, as my spirit became more restless the more I traveled.  For years I worked at a gas station, a convenience store, tending the register.  I’m sure there were snickers among some who wondered about this college-educated boy working behind a counter.  But times were bad, and they still are.  I didn’t mind the hard work, the shift work, the late hours, and the miles I had to drive.  I did not realize it at the time, but I was being set up by an unseen hand.  One weekend I was scheduled to work the day shift at a busy convenience store in Meridian, this was 11 years after I graduated from Mississippi College.  The traffic of people was quite large that day, and it was not my regular day to work.  There were two of us behind the counter.  One working the credit card machine; the other the register.  Amid all this hectic activity, a lady approached the counter with a “Bearclaw” in her hand.  She asked me the price of the item, to which I turned the item over and found the sticker.  She was with a group of people that had been traveling the better part of the night, which had decided to stop at this particular station because we kept our bathrooms clean, I kid you not.  To my surprise, she asked me if I was Kris Carmichael that had attended Mississippi College 11 years earlier, to which I replied, I was.  She had my attention!  We had never actually known each other during those college years.  She had apparently broken out her old college annual just a few days before, had seen my senior portrait, and had put the picture to the face.  During the time I was ringing up her item, we chatted some more before she turned to leave.  I really don’t know to this day why I said what I did before she left the store.  She had already told me her name, and that it was her maiden name, as she had never been married.  Perhaps it was her dimpled cheek, that crooked smile, or perhaps those eyes of emerald green, but I asked her if she was spoken for?  She replied that she was.  This did not surprise me in the least, but then I said something else.  I remarked, “I do wish you the best, but if anything should happen, be sure I’m the first to know.” Well, this November, will mark our 20th anniversary.  This quiet, unassuming, brilliant, musical, funny, a bit of a recluse, movie buff,  and math whiz, is the substance which I had sought for years.  Every bit of a lady, refined, sophisticated, and talented.  For she has given me the greatest compliment of my life, the gift of herself.  For I have reached heights I never thought possible, have found purpose beyond that which I have ever dreamed, and should I die tomorrow, I would die the most contented man upon the face of the earth.  Indeed, this is the hand of G_d, the Elevated One of Israel….

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