“I’ll let you be in my dream
If I can be in yours…” Bob Dylan
Infant Buds unfurl
Painfully stretching silken petals
Gush of waters
From Winter’s Fastness
The pangs of Birth
And the rush of nectar
Rise of sap
Swelling blossoms
Open to the Sun’s golden kisses
They know neither drought
Nor frost
These shall not hide,
Curled tightly, closed in Fear
Or maybe Disillusion
Clinging in apprehension to the woody carapace
Joy remembered only in Dreams
of Another Life
They have never known
disappointment hurt confusion
their only memories
of sweet faces long gone
shades of ancient smiles and laughter
images in the sunset sky
myths and legends
understood at birth, imprinted in the Blood
and Forgotten at one’s peril
the wind
may dash them to pieces
keening of long-ago pain and sorrow
or strengthen their resolve
but there is no stopping this Burgeoning
it was your Touch
the Heat of it reaching the core of my Being
it was your Voice
like wind whispering in the Upland Meadows
it was your Spirit
locked with Mine in Love and Duelling
it was your Song
that Opened me
Poised at the edge
Of the womb of All Creation
The Vastness inspires Terror
But Freedom must come from Taking Flight
Leaping into the Sky without wings
buoyed by the Cosmic Wind
generated by countless stars
can I, must I
leave you behind? go where you are not?
Or are you so deeply imbedded
In my Heart of Hearts
That all my Futures are a Manifestation
Of the mysteries we share?
The Excellent thing
About Eternal Silent Moments
Is that they last
Forever
Pamela ... I'm leaving my comment here, but I've been reading your past several poems. Beautiful, and sometimes sad. Have you given thought to having your poetry published? If not, maybe you should think of it. It's lovely, it's sad, it's happy, it's sentimental, it's ethereal. I love it. Love you, too, my lovely lovely friend.
ReplyDeletethank you So Much, cindy! i have sent some work to competitions and also to a few editors for review. no rock star status yet. but it feels good to get my pieces out for others to enjoy, instead of sitting in the closed book at home... <3 you, sweet friend.
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