I am truly cast down low,
The numbers prove it:
A friend is leaving: skies,
Though blue, are weeping.
But please …
Be still a while;
Listen, listen, listen …
Maybe I’m a little crazy, on
The outside of too much wine…
But I swear I can feel
The crocus -song of Demeter
In the primrose undercurrents
Sweeping gently towards us
Beneath the compass winds;
Towards us and past us.
How well I knew her in
Those spring-blued days
When we sang the
Possibilities songs together;
Watched the destiny-buzzards
That were watching us –
Tumbling nature-naked together
From freckled dawns towards
Whatever-dusks might hold –
Knew their unbounded
Strengths, pride and joys.
She’s stealing closer now,
I remember her little tricks and fancies,
Her quiet thunder-in-blood
And wrap-bones fire-warmth.
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Lovely, Paul!! …Love the too much wine line lol made me smile 🙂
This is so touching and beautiful.. Such a great wine-induced goodness…