-Blue windbreaker embrace in the graveyard
Holding tight by the headstone but it's so hard
Bouquet of memories
Over a shoulder blade
Branches woven In tears.
The pain cuts deep but you are not too far from the living I fear.
As death do us part is spoken
So much can be taken or given away gravely
Without syncopation or
But not do we part like waves
On strands harshly?
Or that of a mother to her child grasping
Or a father to his son playing ball
Or the grandmother to her brother
Laughing all the while
When the vintage automobile
Reflects in chrome
A song close to home
We only bother to care when it is all snatched away by the specter
When the husk shrivels or the blade of grass burns
The seed splits
And the leaves crumble.
Learn do we?
To see not the setting sun
Radiant giant creating a horizon of
Infinite hearts full and drunk on beauty
And the letters of lost love are yellowed
Upon the blankets
Keepsakes of forgetfulness.
The quilted memory with squares
Containing rotting fruit and perfect
Tender and fallible yet
Resilient to the touch.
This scene is the farewell
To time- the banners unfolding
The given away antique clocks
With springs and weights
And pieces without further
Despair lingers awhile and the porch swing moves as it once did
With the seated body gazing upon the dimly lit
The silence is overwhelming
Somewhere between the tunnel hollow
And the heavenly hoist singing
In a complete dark and cavernous
Francis A Willey
March 28 2015