DreamCatcher...

A Poem by Marshall

the clutter of words taking wing
beneath the wide arms of dense green oak.

the deciphering symbols now begin
as parts of the mystery fall into place

one by one, each piece reflects in a mirror
so similar to what I held up to catch the sky
and reason, fragments that collided in mystical shape
and formed into spirals seeking fresh answers

the dreams that haunted our togetherness for so long
and I languished in every stroke of your poetic pen

now falls the silver cross and the lining in these clouds
that have twisted and turned me inside out

yet I've built a crucible of hope from endless hyperstrings
and pieces of magnificent beauty that I first saw

in your writing and significantly stayed magnetised
by the unfolding of your life into my own searching.

I will stand here forever, watching, even as the sun dances
into dark of night and my feelings grow a new pathway.