Listen
In the smaller hours
In those times of unspeakable doubt
Look East and see the faint splash of color
Of mango and sand, soft as a web
And strong as a child’s shout
Look where you see me pointing, and hold a gaze with me for awhile
For the smile in these clouds is not the toothy grin of fear
Nor the footfalls of past shadows drawing near
But the kiss of a new and faint sun
As it rises, and rubs its eyes, and cries for us to help it thru the sky
And behold, those very same eyes, that flecked mane and hoof of these mares of night
Now turn and stand, as still as a frozen land
And await our hand to lead them home
And see, the dead streets of our early days, the distant scars,
the same old plays
They now flicker in the frame of our understanding
A picture worth a thousand kisses
No longer lost, or alone
And listen
Past the swell of angry seas, and out beyond these days
too dead for dreaming
Put your ear up to mine, and lets lean in to hear this faint cry
Still hidden from our human eye
And while the clowns go passing by, and all is silent seeming
Listen…can you hear it?
(2013)
