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Date Posted: 04:10:52 03/31/01 Sat
Author: Rafaél
Subject: The Wisp

The wisp


If all one has are yesterdays, it’s no small wonder
while finding sleep a wandering mind regressed
might stumble down a shrinking slope to rest with
all the memories.
Climbing up off all fours, the lollipop days of action
man shadowed by a political awareness! now such is
the plight of this plastic person, the gun no longer bangs
but those hands still grasping.
For it was then, where caterpillars clung on almost
every stem, the air all but thick with flapping flight,
black bats the size of plates, I remember those sounds on
the evening mist otherwise silent.
It was here, with every footstep walked in innocence
and make believe, I had a wish for you to join with me
and walk, to share the way grass crickets sung all night,
on brambles thorned.
Thirty years on, I occasionally cross your path my friend,
or lover if you like, when there’s no-one else around
while I cry for all my life is worth.
Slip quietly away my love, I have no meaning left inside
until the day this wandering might sit.
Will smile between the tears before I rest what I forgot,
then shut me away as a bloom might close at night,
with the childhood days as life slowly had its way.
Yes, everything got broke, except for you, but then I
have no recollection of your face
in a picture frame of pewter,
tarnished,
a little like me…



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