Tuesday, 23 September 2014

poem 21

They said that's the happiest they've seen you for a very long while
colourful butterfly at the death of summer
the harvest moon so shining on your  hair
ganja and love and the ocean breeze swaying your dreams
The past, erased as by decree. If only, a foggy memory

I was there. An exceptional witness in your fight with the angels
of light and shadow and all hues in between
but you couldn't see me well. I was obscured by clouds
and though I wanted you by my side
the turn of the road sent you far, so far from me

I am an echo coming from another life. A life we'll never have
for the thread was severed in the struggle
and the anchor I would willingly have
turned into a new pair of wings
and I flew over your island one last time
to set my dreams on fire
and sprinkled the ashes on the desert
where I'm humming this song

(adp, 9/9/14)

welcome to havana upon tyne 3.0, let's fly together 

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