Inspired by Tim Buckley and an evening taking in Nocturne. In a way, it was a long time coming. I have a feeling there are more in this vein...
Dear L,
You were right
about many things
it seems
Summer siphoned
me of sleep and now
it's autumn everywhere
at least in this hemisphere
the seasons are relentless
The leaves
alight
like light
aircraft
I want to go away
it is stasis
that I fear the most
it's rust
it's death
and it's dust
it creeps up on you
when you close
your eyes
Trying to evade
myself, my thoughts
the newspapers
are obscene
their unflinching exhortations
line my cage
like snow
Imagined the world
without us
I drew a map of it and
it looked like a broken heart
I colored it green
like your eyes
But today
I long for home
for you
it's more dear
more pressing
when you're not there
I could cut my hair
dye my roots
but I cannot change
where I'm from
instead, I'll continue
see how it ends
and write you
soon
Sincerely,
Mark
P.S.
I wrote this
one thousand times
and each time
I wrote I love you
a reminder
when we are awake
to tell you
..I like this.
ReplyDeleteThe part about fearing stasis... love it. The hard, vibrant images: rust, dust, death. Very evocative.
ReplyDeleteThe ps is heartwarming in its intent
ReplyDeleteThen and inspiring passage Imagined the World is, in its depth.
Glad I found your blog
FH