[First Post] 19
The eye of the storm devoured the night
with rain, weeping against the windows,
leaving us in the dark. You leaned over
the table in ivory nakedness, warmed
by the flickering amber of burning candles,
writing, what were you writing? A tale
spinning past the shores of your life.
Triptych face in wasted shadows, roaring flame.
Bones, wisdom, peace. In the sunken haven
of concave lines, anchored ships waited safe.
No burdens in your eye sockets,
half moons lingering in the shade.
What were your lips saying? All and nothing.
Ragged lips, a mock, the entrance of love.
You wrote and I watched across the room
dead with silence, engulfing us both
in cathedral quietness. You rested upon
the angles of your bony bareness, still
in the minute eternity of a drop of water,
and I couldn't tell whether you were marmoreal cold
Or the fire of a fallen angel.
Were there jewels in the silky shine of your hair,
Or silver tears upon the flower of your dreams?
Were had you been, all this time?
Did I see you then, was I seeing you now
The very first time? What was your grace,
The echo of those past lives, the voices
I heard, were they just on my head?
In your smile I read my name, a shooting star
took me away, drawing me close,
and I listened, listened to your knowledge,
I felt, felt your light, I tasted, tasted your hunger,
I touched with you the sky. You were divine.
No watch, no suit or tie, no car or job,
no demands. No trophies, no greed,
not even lust. Only the deep love of a heavenly heart,
the wisdom from the other side, whispered
to each man, a cosmic echo beyond our time.
I understood then, why I run back to you
each time my shoes touch the streets.