The much awaited visit
I walk with my love,
He shows me the World
as he sees.
Our steps make a rhythm
my heart cannot keep.
I stand atop the end
breath
held
(as if
let out
would destroy
this ancient array
and transport me
back to the ugly
away)
He sits then,
upright
like someone
returns
to the place
where one fits;
befittingly.
(and he does)
They rise
in a magic spiral,
the breeze so full-
an occasional flap
is enough to signal,
the wind gods breathe.
However,
Steep is the
fall below,
creatures graze far
underneath
mysteriously
aware of us
freeze;
then circle
endearingly.
Cicadas become the morning,
the dawn air so green
I marvel at the height
of these moss covered leaves:
they remind me of something
I would like to be.
I meet them
warmth
I feel
Already
something
has begun to heal
That something-
even to me,
I did not reveal.
I’ve known you,
like the people
one hopes to meet.
You think like the ones
whose lives
one would like
to lead.
Whose thoughts
you’d like to
breathe.
hold
With my palette,
I tread through heaven
as clouds reveal the way.
I’d never go back-
if I had my way.
I’m home again,
and this perfect one
too, is-
high in the misty green.
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
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2 comments:
gudaloor? after listening to you describe your trip this just fits in...
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