Posted by Atticus on June 28, 2005, at 14:46:08
I first heard the whisper
In the ballet of leaves,
Supple dancers of sunlight
And their piper the breeze,
And I looked for her face
In the bark flesh of trees,
Her tone bespoke laughter,
A will to appease.Thought she’d come from
The past, seeking to ease
A pilgrim lost on his way
Who’d just cried out, “Please,
One more lover’s hug
To loose the leash of disease
That tethers me to the earth,
Like my wings have been seized.”Saw flapping saffron fabric
Last winter that wheezed
Amid black gates of steel
But I heard no reprise
Of the dew-drop soft tone
That led me to freeze
In my tracks on the path,
Just a thought, just a tease,
And my shoulders sagged heavy
As I dropped to my knees,
The soil churning like waves
On the roughest of seas.
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