There rustling in the crisp dry leaves in
my chest I recollect the sweet summer
day – we stood on the deck be-decked
in the spill of golden sunshine -
monkeys’ minds mad chatter
quieted-We were born whole-
together, liquid hearts gelled
in essence of each other and
though it well be blasphemy –
it is mother blasphemy – for
certain my Love rose above
all Power – and I reveled in
obliterating- joy banishing all
others–this new I in full-glow
wet with blossoms-bursting
in tumbled time –newborn
as you, my infant son
together–forever I thought,
until platituded – prophecy
fell –cooling our shared
sun, setting monkeys
to mindless chatter
once more as
plague swept
the smile from my soul –
We lost each other as
the wind blew - a new
chapter without me
my name unwritten
from each new line
until left bereft
alone - but for
that rustling
in my heart
of blossoms
dried to dust
wave you
well on
your
way
cry
I
I will keep you sweet baby boy softly in the rustling of leaves
in the wind. I will dry my tears and hold your sweet small body
melting into mine on the flowered deck of summer, though the
winds of autumn blow dry and crisp - winter but a breath away.
I will keep you sweet child alive in the rustling of the leaves of
sweet memory as mad monkeys race with thoughts throughout
the trees and blasphemy breathes and I pledge to hold you my
child as my religion - born whole to keep the plague of mortality
banished forever.I shall tear my clothes and my hair before any
harm shall ever come to you –sweet summer child forever mine
despite the crunch of your footsteps as you turn and walk away –
leaving me with empty arms and dusty infant memories -as you
crunch through the leaves of time walking - man sudden-grown
out of the shadow of my sheltering arms into the glow of a bright
summer sun of your own.
