The quiet thunders
Of unassuming peace:
Hurricane crosses in the sky
In memory,
In celebration,
In the freedoms
They created.
The quiet thunders
Of unassuming peace:
Hurricane crosses in the sky
In memory,
In celebration,
In the freedoms
They created.
Before colours could bleed their
Confidence-trick confusions
Into the new day
The wandering hidden people danced;
Danced to celebrate reaching
Season-border clapper bridge.
Dressed in sliver and grey motley they
Wove loose-limbed,
Long-step patterns around
Rippling pyres of tall, blue pale flames.
The world around lay fierce-choke quiet,
Holding a night-long breath:
Yet I felt the music:
Echo-ghost voices of deep-jet whales,
Ice-heart sibilant percussives,
Vibrations of undiscovered stars,
Chorus winds of dragon-banner conflict.
They shunned me not,
Showed gentle respect and,
Though I know I will not meet them again,
I no longer neither doubt not fear
Their presence here,
For they belong as much as we –
And I hold the future closer, tighter now.
21/2/2013
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