Friday, December 31, 2010
I feel compelled to reach you.
To let you know we share the same moon
and the sun for that matter.
I feel the trouble trusting...
and the waves of solitude thrusting
their stormy jaws upon me.
I feel the words of those who wronged me
and the roots of the tree that sprung me.
I too, see the eyes of this man in my mirror
the moniker of a long line of
why do we mimic those we love?
The internal ringing of the trembling bells
that so badly yearn to be a part of it all.
I have slept with this thing called time
and have awoken to it whispering in my ear....
It spoke of a river of reeds
This sweet, sweet flag of kinship in which
I learned not to lose, but to let go.
That lost mothers fathers..are merely lost.
Yet they visit in your laugh
and in the early morning frost.
And sleepily I watched
Time drift out of my room
and down the candle lit stairs....
I reach out to every young and glorious
by the windowsill women..
swaying, praying women...
Waiting for the words of affirmation
I taste the seeds of this new fruit that found me
and I reckon this is family.
Sweet, dewy, early morning family.
I dedicate this to you.
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