poems9

THE ECHO SPEAKS

Hush

I have stood outside a long while

watching the smoke of my cigarette curl

about my head and drift slowly away ...

as if bidding me farewell.

At least the part that escapes the strange prison of my lungs.

The water by the bridge didn't sparkle as much as we crossed it today.
We must have been on the wrong side of the sun.

Still, it spirited up white caps to let us know,

as we passed,

that it was alive and well.

I wonder why that is the thought that came to me?

I stood by the railing above the pool

thinking of a lingering sadness.
A sadness which produced a longing...

and a fear of that longing...

and the transference of that sadness.

A strange numbness to the fact that has always been the infection of
myself to other born poets.

I dream with a woman's heart and mind.

I think the thoughts that allow
my heart to drown in water

should I also allow that vision...

that honest,
beautiful, hideous reality

to pass me forever by...

like the smoke of my
cigarette...never to return.

Only to bid me a silent farewell.

I only hope that my love of honesty

and the brilliance of finding that
purple star in a curtain of white lights.

I know only the thoughts that
leak from a crack in the ceiling of my subconscious

and the emotions that
drip from the safety of a guarded heart...

It's just that I can't stop thinking

that I may be walking

on the wrong side of the sun today.

I intend to watch patiently...