Words

“Parole” to Italians

“Les Mots” to the French

an abundance of words

upon you

i shall drench

.
You shall emerge

from such a verbal sea

dripping with heavy

and longing for me

.
let them not evaporate

for they indeed eviscerate

from a heart undone

.
perhaps press them between pages

with dried forgotten flowers

to hydrate when needed

come someday

lonely hours

Make a wish

the swaying dandelions tall

invite gentle exhalations

letting scattered wishes fall

 

upon which field shall they rest?

how far from pursed lips,

and a longing heart’s request?

 

will the seeds find fertile ground

or alight upon a stagnant pond

to miasmal algae green be bound

 

maybe today, from trembling hand

and with God’s omniscient breath

a seed

shall find roots

upon scorched land

 

a wish granted

 

For D, who brought up the topic of childhood dandelion wishes 🙂

Bliss

Remove the blindfold from your heart

your first sunset intently behold

as raw, stinging tears flow

reflecting gold

 

remove the iron shackles

clasping ankles

and

run

soles to sharp stones

with blade edges nudging bones

 

know

all wounds will heal

the scars a proud reveal

 

offer your heart two colourful kites

so she may be lifted

buoyant to prevailing winds

to be carried any which way

in tumbling, rainbow ribboned sway

 

let her tread in the frigid sea

arms up

frantically

not for the lifeguard’s attention

but from blessed elation

with mouthfuls of brine

a smile curled in wave shine

 

thus emancipated

is the heart reacquainted 

with

bliss

 

 

Fainting

and if you should fall suddenly

into the vast cerulean blue

remember first to grab my hand

and i shall follow you

 

for the sky is vast this day

and impeccably alluring

my dearest one, let’s swim again

a firmament float enduring

 

and as the air grows thin

lips shall meet

and breathe me in

from giddy thought

to last embrace

consciousness slipping

you’ll see my face

 

Photo: Wreck Beach, September 30th, 2017. Watching seals.

The Prisoner

If this is the last sky I see

tell the clouds to taunt me not

and bring you here to me
If only as an apparition rare

cascading locks, sweet fragrant hair

our fingertips shall meet mid air

a final twirl

some whispered prayer

a serenade of stale despair
I’m roused from this tragic play

a key fumbles in the lock

you fade away
These prison bars will only hold

my remnant dreams or memory bold

for when the noose is snapping

taut

my soul shall soar

with ne’er a thought

I am the "little armored one", moving gently through life. Hoping to safeguard my sensitivities with layers of words and the expression of thought. Shielding my mirror neurons at times, or tasting music and spinning till I'm dizzy. Every moment here is a gift.