September 4, 2019

• hope

  

   

  the truth is:  that inspirational light went out
  when you left. has it really been that long?
  the thought saddens me beyond measure.

  my brainage sump pump is backed up and
  inside my head is a flood that
  cant make sense out of nothing.

  still standing at the window, i wave, sigh,
  whisper, "see you in paradise..."

  i have traced your name in the constellations,
  falling leaves, shower of sparks from the stove, and in
  the chinese ink bleeding on mulberry paper
  as if in perpetual rain

  at night, my naked body is pale in the moonlight
  and wakeful with promises
  i cant stop believing

  you, in dreams, move quietly into me
  like the sea, the altar of my hair taken down,
  strands spread like seaweed--
  the rest of the house, silent,
  afraid to breathe
  below the waterline of sleep,

  and i imagine your pillowing arms
  around me as i drown...
  no more thoughts of death,
  no more crying without reason,
  no more disappointment to come when
  the light has gone out and dreams are
  all that remain.

  nothing is taken from the moment.
  life is perfect.
  outside an owl screeches above the shadows
  that reach into the house
  and touch the glow of our faces
  that are sad and stubborn with hope

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