The Silent SkyA Poem by Bruce MorseI found that the birth of my first child helped me make peace with the past.It was a long time ago you left us, You went without a warning or a sign, You took all you wanted to take with you, Running like a memory from your mind.
I slept like an old man in winter, I dreamt we were dancing in the snow, With your soft white arms wrapped around me, And your warm heart helping me grow.
And all I need to keep me full now, Is the beauty that came to me at birth, The spectacles of season, A respect for their good reasons, Rising and shining, growing and dying, Living day to day on this earth.
And all we need to keep our spirits strong, Is the love and the laughter, The peace that comes after, And the hopeful happy feeling of a song.
So let our voices rise together, Let our hearts and bodies fly, Like clouds we float like a feather, Drifting slowly through the silent sky.
I thought of all the highways we had traveled, Remembered all the rivers we had crossed, But I couldn’t seem to find One face I’d left behind, Or a single sight of land I had lost.
And I thought of all the people I knew once, All passengers or prisoners of life, When I saw my son sucking on the n****e, On the ripe full breasts of my wife.
And all I need to keep me full now, Is the beauty that came to me at birth, The spectacles of season, A respect for their good reasons, Rising and shining, growing and dying, Living day to day on this earth.
And all we need to keep our spirits strong, Is the love and the laughter, The peace that comes after, And the hopeful happy feeling of a song.
So let our voices rise together, Let our hearts and bodies fly, Like clouds we float like a feather, Drifting slowly through the silent sky. © 2008 Bruce MorseReviews
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3 Reviews Added on March 25, 2008 AuthorBruce MorseSharon, CTAboutI was born in New York City in 1943. I began writing poetry in the fourth grade and eventually attended the poetry workshop at the University of Iowa. I graduated from New York University. I did .. more..Writing
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