[First Post] 35
Chapel Hill, NC
hi folks. i've been lurking, reading some of the stuff that's been posted, and enjoyed many. broke the silence and thought i might contribute a meager attempt.
It moved me not to see that aging
sun hovering above our stage (the earth)
at that late hour; for at such seemly times
it chooses the things upon which it shines
And it was nothing new
for those loose willow branches
to frame your face with ticklish leaves
as the playful breeze tangled your hair;
Standing there, I knew we were
possessed by childhood,
and I could feel the staff
of our Lazarus; your lips smiled
at what had become of us.
My darling, this I will say if you’ll stand still to listen:
if only I knew what not to fear
I would be there instead of here, for
this afternoon I read your words
just as they fell, crumpled and folded
into my trembling hands:
I long to tell you she knows that I love you,
all faces and spaces remain the same…
But the sun barely shines without you,
it will be hard to wait in the rain.
And with that I fall back on your cloud:
the sweet rhythms of your Spanish tongue
had always threatened to corrupt the young.
I feel it:
around my ears- the singing clowns and the lively town;
about my eyes- the swirling clouds and your virgin shroud;
how could this be?
Was it a fleeting glimpse of eternity?
Those subtle rhythms of the Spanish tongue
still threaten to corrupt the souls of the young.