December 28, 2019

• only you

  

   

  i want to exit this tomb of a room
  and walk where the sheep of light
  graze on the high meadow of the mountain
  a lamp,  a candle, a star here and there
  remind me of an old desire
  that lurks in the deep well of my heart
  a reflection
  refusing to vanish
  the wind's hooves gallop behind me
  faster and more desperate than time
  like a ray of light
  on a layer of cooled volcanic rock
  i remember love

  tell me how to kick the memory
  of passion's hunger like a stone
  into tomorrow's empty stomach
  how to pile up all the days
  of soured milk
  into a crumbling monument
  or a tombstone
  teach me how to arrange
  my poems like ants, transporting food
  to eternity--old grains of rice
  nourishing the dried gully
  of the soul

  i miss the ideals of yesterday
  that vista of dark waves
  looming like crestfallen, resentful years
  don't say that tragic idealism is a waterfowl
  flying toward the edge of the ages
  yet unable to find a tree
  on which to perch
  allow me to remember love
  and the scent of a man
  his hair a swath of night
  in the starlight;
  allow me to remember
  a dream in my arms

  let me fall down
  outside tomorrow's door
  i don't want to enter
  that zone of barrenness
  that arch of despair
  i don't want to enter
  even if my short-lived dream
  is only a grey dove
  taking off in the lilac dusk of time
  like a pair of startled eyes
  only you
  may be able to follow
  the twists and turns of my soul

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