Jagging and splattering, spitting hissing
the rain reminds me, ‘just because yesterday
you were spaced out floating on soft autumnal mists
dreaming of long journeys to far away friends,
don’t go soft on me human. I’ll freeze your marrow
come, walk out on the ice, let me show you
all my faces as you slowly die in wonder.’
Yeah right. Come the day, oh weather god!
They say you would give me a good death?
People are found without any clothes on,
because they’re so cold, they think they’re hot! Cool.
Yesterday I remembered love, sometimes desolate,
incomplete, searching, through no real fault of our own.
Today, reminiscing, ah… don’t forget those days and nights
of breathless delight, between two humans
who knew their place was not in the other’s heart,
for that privilege belongs only to the Goddess of the heart.
So we suspected, even if we didn’t use those words….
instead….quoting Gibran, ‘give your hearts,
but not into each other’s keeping, for only the hand of life…..’
(then ofttimes giving our hearts into each other’s keeping!)
How strange time is. A moment, ‘out of time’
Turning to face one another
in a warm insect buzzin’ summer meadow,
delight in another’s touch, twinkle in another’s eyes,
in an utterly unimportant moment, this is all there is.
Where’s this going?
Nowhere, how delightful. Nowhere at all, it’s got there!
In a warm insect buzzin’ summer meadow where
there’s absolutely nothing but your hair falling in my face
as your smiling mischievous eyes come closer,
to consume my time, so it is no more.
And it is no more.
The soft hair becomes icicles
and I lie naked under the stars in a cold place,
losing sense and self, in awe.