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Bringer of Light

Remember not the television
The glazed cubes and orbs
Shining in the neon lights
Keeping us from the contemplation of ourselves.
 
I love all men,
If they would only love me.
 
I understand now how difficult it was,
When all you wanted was a kiss,
And all I do is want.
But stopping now to pause
From the importance of worldly matters,
I cannot see, cannot grasp that warmth,
And must
 
The soft cheeks of my lovely child.
At the time it didn’t matter.
All my words are lost,
Wind disturbing the puddle’s surface
All royalty of expression dies deep within me
 
Where are the warm family gatherings gone?
The soft hillocks under wind bent trees where my imagination slept,
The old stone railway store by which I ran to my mother,
Sunshine filled eternity along a small road to the sea,
My brother so small and beaming?
 
Sand, black and wet,
Cast our footprints relieving the sea’s endless tides,
And presented a universe of gazing.
And simple unfathomable perception.
 
Those gods that saw and fired my admiration
Are now only mortal.
Vanity grows fast and strong,
And holds a mirror to my ageing face.
There is no quiet.
 
Your hands father, shaped
All the good.
Your face is all that is well,
and how I find my way.
In all of your walking,
you brought back home the world’s wisdom.
Before me and after, now is pure.
 
I kiss your cheek where I know the angels have kissed as you dream
In this brutal life
Kept from you in whispered grumbles
They surround you and toss your blonde curls
when they pass you in the hall.

(2010)

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