FINAL FLIGHT OF LIGHT
sunday morning.
your voice slid a slice of light
into my eyes,
your smile dusted the debris
of memos and bills
off my shoulders.
and i wished the time
to stand still
so that i could cling
to the tender laughter
in your eyelashes;
so that i could lay my head
on your tiny thighs
and listen to the riddles
rivuleting from your tongue.
riddles that yesterday
were rattled and clipped
by the anger that oozed
from my eyes, mouth, and fist –
a beast that refused the warm breeze
brought by the sea of your why’s.
a, how i wished i could tie the sun
and lift it above the hills
a little longer –
i still would like to play with you
to annoy you, to say sorry,
and to sleep embracing you,
my child. but the dusk
has already fluffed its wings, the wind
has whistled the final flight of light.
2007-08-03
04:52:45
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to art-flood. thanks for the suggestion but my intention is not just "tying and lifting the sun a little longer". yes it's an important image and emotion but as you can see in the poem, the experience i want to convey is much much richer than what your suggestion can capture.
2007-08-03
18:35:21 ·
update #1