If there were a river it would run straight through your bones
Calcifying you to ash
This branding, is the moon’s doing
She split you at birth, you sing two songs
Stir yourself then … before this dissolve reinforces despair
In time we shall join you, there in your undoing, where you began
and ended, with eyes becoming slowly, a wound
For a short time, you played in the warm current of childhood
I could see your fat fingers pick at the mustard seed in wonder
Your lips pressed in thought, lightness still in your shoulder blades
As fast the rain came, you stayed beneath the tree, until it too, was gone
Uprooted in steady fall, caught in slow-motion by incessant down-pour
And the sour aftertaste of life, struck you cold
Where seeds could not find light, and pain coarsed through your body
Where a lover should have lain, you found only disappointment and pain
You, the brightness at dawn, you with your hair let down and those eyes
I would save you from yourself, if it were possible to divorce mind from soul
That aching blue, reaching across like a violin, rendering its melancholy
Nothing is ever the same
You are changed
Now your photos are sorrowful, though you remain beautiful
Now your throat is filled with unsaid claims against fate
The butterflies still fill your garden and you do not watch them
For you are sleeping in life, the curse and the dammed upon your neck
I think of how you were once, a fire in water, reflecting on falling leaves
Bringing new seasons early, and shooing fear from her hiding place
These bruised eyes look through me now
As the scars on your belly lay white and limp
As your school friends go about their lives without you
You who are left
Among the orange grove and the filtered sun
To wander your loveliness alone
In the shadows of the mosaic, become
Your home.
I am rendered speachlessly sad, but it is done so beautifully.
A beautiful sadness
thank you so much dearest D
thank you so much dearest Bob
Ever welcome