FADE

this is a rewrite of a previous magnetic poetry piece, although this one is far gone from the original.

 I still imagine her livid voice and pillow words.

She sang wet rhythm while I spoke myself and

left my skin machine to live by her side.

Her wicked murmur had delicious music.  I drifted

 in her ocean till I remembered thrill.

And like the winds we roared when summer

came through again.  We celebrated red night though

meager stone & garden soil were all we ever knew.

And urging color from dawns fire blossom sky, we each

fixed a star in the sky in some vague attempt at permanence.

She told me “Know this.  All things are temporary and made to fade away.

Some, like these stars, are more brilliant than others and may last longer. 

This too will pass, but because you can still see the imprint they

Have made in the sky, even you will confuse it for life. Even though beyond the light

there are only ancient dead stars.”  

In these days I ponder emptiness because I cannot feel it.

When our stars exploded right before they died I reached out to hold

what I should not have touched, and though burned I carry those fragments

I could not drop.  I hold them in the palm of my outstretched hand because sometimes

I imagine I can still see a flicker of their light and it is in those flashes I see myself holding onto her as

Everything else fades away.

 

Reviews

[Kasey Klein]

Hello John.

Thanks for the request to read.