We all
have our ups and downs, the latter possibly at their worst after nightfall and
in the early hours. As for getting through the darker, rougher landscape of
life, survival is the only keyword we need. (Be sure, hope will be
hot on its heels.)
MOON
UNDER THE WATER
She
strolled as silent as light
to stand
by my side;
together
we watched moonlight
surf a
rolling tide
She took
my hand, held it tight,
said not
a word
as we
watched a jaded starlight
across
the water glide
She led
me to the water’s edge,
shadows
dipping low,
night
train sobbing on a bridge
like a
war widow
She
squeezed my hand, let it go,
trod
softly on moonlight,
its
sylph-like waves grieving so
for the
death of night
She did
not call on me to follow
yet I
heard her voice
filling a
heart left dark and hollow
for given
no choice
She sung
a song of truth and lies,
urging I
live life to the full
where
moonlight’s bridge of sighs
gives way
to dawn’s chorale
I
returned home, day’s light clear
if cheeks
stained with tears,
mail
train raising a hearty cheer
for the
world’s survivors
[From: Tracking the Torchbearer by R. N.
Taber, Assembly Books, 2012]
No comments:
Post a Comment