soniacookbroen
A cross to keep my heart
in winter what remnants of chided youth lay buried beneath pale skies and icy gray eyes
eyes that burn with cold to suck the breath from the chest
to put all hope at once to rest
until their lids have fallen beneath the solstice moon
where tides are brought up like bed sheets and knees and feet quiver
in darkness they still find warmth
but life is betraying the song of the harbor master at dawn
and in the hallucination of fog the bridge is risen like a stone flag on the marsh whose giant hand can grasp
my tiny self in all this ocean wondering in the rivers of blackness which flow like silk ribbons infinitely intertwined?
as I lay on my back and become immersed in the stars which are my canopy
forever is in this second
but a second is too large of a measure
to catch the breadth of infinity
to hold forever
I am what I must be
seven seas sail above the ball of fire and rock
we float like leaves on the wind as spring delivers her sweet, brief majesty
and summer she is a cup too full to last
from which we will drink greedily until we lay too hot with our gluttony
and once again pray for Autumn to sweep away out lofty sights
and return us to bed on early nights while the silver moon casts silver glances at long shadows returning to their houses.
