Strange facets of my life, fragments of ice
piece together in the currents
of swift moving time.
Events make appearances
as if through mirrored entrances
that usher in past experience.
Pieces of the past, alive and real
to a mortal eye that lacks a soul’s
insightful sight.
Strange pictures of a child dead
hanging by his toes
from a doctor's hand.
So alive in appearance, yet so gone
from his breath
the searing force that fires
the radiant gleam within all eyes.
Who was the prince of the past,
that perished in the moans of
exhaling from my bones all the love
I had known?
Golden kite we cared for, inside
your mother's soft lit womb.
Seeing with your prenatal eyes
the gentle haze outside,
and yet hearing the soft gurglings within.
You who passed so quickly through my dance!-
What a sense of the brilliant
intensity of my life, of the Life
you bought for me with your death.
Silent angel- you whose evaporation
brought so much understanding
to so many hearts. Dewdrop-
In their eyes’ red cast corner.
You who are so small are filled with
so much love.
Parcel of Love that for a moment
kissed this body letting it float
into the murky side of my tears.
That your name was to be-
"Shelter of Peace" brings me
knowledge of the dream of who I
was, that I held for you.
Pass through the hoop,
the late night sun of pain
chills me with its firm being.
And yet, you are warm, wet in
my imagining arms,
as I squeeze my life
within your tiny silken frame.
You who passed so quickly through my dance!
Leaving the shine of your starry presence
and the scars of the coming from
your mother's womb, upon her belly and my chest.
Again let us pass into love and usher
you forth as a babe soft and plain.