Words, just
words
and their
music that passes,
rivers I
keep walking along
or
crossing, lying down in them,
trying to
be overwhelmed and blessed
by the
entanglement of water and weeds,
taking care
of losing ground, taking care
of giving
in to the streaming details
of water
and air.
A dance,
like any dance,
against any
solid ground.
With your
eyes in my memory.
Because
eyes sweep up earth
into water
and air, memory
that is
their stare,
eddies of
blue brown green,
ground
giving in
to their
currents.
I keep your
eyes tight
to my heart
and mind.
At the
point where
there are
no other lifelines.
And you can
all, or nobody,
stare at me
who am nothing,
or just a
breath of words stretching
on water
and air.
2 comments:
Probably my absolute favourite of all I have read by you. It has everything it should have. The words enchant as the images do (rivers. eyes.) and the final And you can all, or nobody, stare at me who am nothing, or just a breath of words stretching on water and air. Amazing. Bravo, my friend!
Thank you David.
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