I wrote this not too long ago and recently shared it with a friend. It had been some time since I read it and upon reading it again, it revived the feelings that wrote it… and it is Spring.
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Before autumn and you, all my countenance beheld
Was decay and the podium from whence Hope fell
Stenciled silences and empty faces would pretend,
Lifeless bodies slept ‘neath stoned etchings and then…
I hear you…as an inaudible breeze
Evident by thawing a posthumous freeze
Where once charred birds could no longer fly
I exhale before you as distant lovers sigh
These callouses once protected and fulfilled a need
These callouses now soften, am willing to bleed
To caress, to feel, to sucumb and to reel
To live therefore to heal, to be within your will.
Your will, unchilled embraces of be
Ying
and yang
and you
and me
Balanced…beautifully.
If only you’ll believe
For looking to spring we’ll plant the seed
With you, I shall be freed
Meet me in fall.
Ribbons of orange and red and sky and all
Bereshith, my Love, when we meet this fall.
kenn 2005
