A Response

When can we go to that silent planet
     and watch the sunset set the sky ablaze?
When can we be at that place?

When can we float on that sea of thoughts
     and count the stars that no lights dim?
When can we be there and dream?

When can we walk on the soft red slopes
     and sit on that soil of peace?
When can we be surrounded by its breeze?

I'll come with you, just tell me when
     and live with you (though we should die)
In the red sands of closeness, dear

Where we can hear our breathing rise amongst the stars

~ Christmas 2000

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If Only

If only you would,

say you remember me.

Cause I’ve waited for you

since the day you left me.

I’m waiting,

in the room that was ours.

In this room,

I wait.

Devoid of hope,

and love,

and cheer,

somehow,

I wait for you,

my dear.

Every day I hear the door,

I run,

and throw my arms out wide,

hoping to see you…

But you’re never there.

In this world of ours,

so harsh and hostile,

I wait for you.

if only,

you’d wait for me.

Amnesia

AMNESIA

Why can’t I remember the way you smelled

the way you felt, the things you said

the day that grandpa died

When you held me to you

The only hug I can salvage from my past?

 

Why can’t I remember what you said the first day of kindergarten

When I slapped the teacher’s face

and squirmed out of her arms

Like a bar of wailing, wet soap slipping down the street ?

 

Why don’t I know how you felt those many years I left you longing for your son

In the silent house, that empty room,

With your restless maternal hands

Grasping at the ghosts in my room?

 

Why can’t I remember what you said that final Sunday

When your voice scratched across the miles

A phone line heavy with forgotten words

In a moment that will never be again?

 

Why can’t I remember?

Cold Autumn Days

autumn forest river

there was a time when on cold autumn days
i would walk on fallen leaves
feel the chilly wind caress my hair
and stroll until comes the eve’

maybe sit a while to listen to a brook
draw a sketch or two or three
marvel at the vastness of the skies
and wonder what life held for me

still i long for days like that
a life with the slowest pace
the gentlest of times
as delicate as lace