The Eternal Life of Objects, the Persistence of You
You skate
On the membrane of my dreams
We are divided by a thin layer of ice
The surface breaks
And there it is
All of our love
All of my sorrow
Flooding and resurfacing
Precarious degrees
Separating water
From water.
We spill over fields and rice paddies
-This is how we will come back-
All of our impossible futures,
The ache of forking paths
We will be streams, and rivers
Timeless and steady arteries.
I visit you in images
Stitched together between awakenings.
I take your things, put them away
The inevitability of your arms
As i come to.
You lie just beneath
the gossamer veil of thoughts
– forgive as the sea forgives,
as it heals, as it forgets,
Forgive as children are forgiven-
Their eyes are not windows yet
But mirrors.
Calabria, September 2012
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Beautiful title for a beautiful and evocative poem. “The ache of forking paths” and “Their eyes are not windows yet/But mirrors” will stay in my mind for quite awhile, I’m sure.
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Thank you, Ms. Daffodil for reading me. I am so glad these words resonate, there is a depth in all of us that only art, poetry, or love can touch or fill.
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