Hungry Lights Dancing In Water

Hungry Lights Dancing In Water

A Poem by Scott Lee

It came to me in spaces
vast between star distance
crushed into absolute silence
hungry lights dancing in water
begging to be seen
a private letter
that you read aloud at 2 am to yourself
in the closet so nobody could hear you

a collection of work you did alone
that nobody saw

Rage blood and tears
made your hands and heart strong.

A train racing by
reminded you
of possibility and courage
to travel alone
seeds dropped from the sky
planted a vast forest in your heart
branch to branch
you fly
hungry to dance with love
dreams drizzle wonder from mysterious places
I found your bleeding heart singing
on icy concrete

Cold cities had left you empty
Your soul wandered back to the country
to find its voice

Your story sang a poet's life
and the naked branches listened
and could relate to you,
the fog bank loosened up its hold on all things and vanished
your song spoke of loss, strength, friends, and family,
and secret rivers that flow in all the world's tears.

How your voice seemed to lift prisoners from despair
hungry lights dancing in water
to a simpiler place in time
to a place of laughing water
how did we as children survive such mountain-moving rage?
our little minds and feet dashing thru the fights
our eyes so full of promise
cracked open before the night
exposed to wicked branches
our hearts crushed out on the highway.

Still we ran the tracks
hunting all of life
hungry for deeper meaning
some infinite reflection
seeking to define itself
a whisper from the star-light passing on the ripples
&
there's a mad burn to reflect
&
sing the flow
there's a mad burn to reflect and sing the fire
heavy with mountain star light
pouring from captive eyes

singing from captive eyes
raging from captive eyes
hungry lights reflected
from the other side
dancing courageous through the waves and ripples.

© 2013 Scott Lee


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Scott Lee
Scott Lee

Ashland, OR



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