In that space between heartbeats,
when life hovers, and hope assumes
the fancy of fulfillment, you came to me
as a living light smiling with extended hands.
Lamenting though, as I was, the epigone misfit,
confused, striving, briefly, in so many words,
to shift the eminence of illusory judgment
across eons of possibilities; you still
loved me
despite myself,
and took the time to
transilluminate those things
hidden in me, those things capricious…
.
Lovingly, you pointed again
at my erstwhile thinking,
as you sought out
discrepancies
and anomalies, to
discourage my desire
to remain rebellious; and you
did so as if it was nothing more than
a horse swatting flies with its tail…
.
You injected
renewing possibilities,
across neural voids; watching
quietly, as revived neurons
began firing
in orchestrated fashion.
After which I found myself
dancing freely, in fleeting moments,
with sunbeams and breezes, as intangible escorts
sought to illuminate, and extrapolate treasures
(for decades hidden) and
reiterate them as curios on shelves…
.
With the smoothness
of warm honey, and the
strength of tectonic plates, your
caring thawed my cold thinking like
those [glaciers in boxes] that
once bound me in shadowy fetters.
It was in that moment,
BETWEEN HEARTBEATS,
where life seems suspended,
and the restless mind
equates dogma with verity,
that you healed those areas in me
once thought sacred, with a dew of Truth.
.
Embracing me fully, we drifted then across landscapes
of new thinking. Together, with melodious, and polyphonic
strains of pure resonance; I discovered, between heartbeats,
that what you’d done for me, had rendered me a new man.
.
richard lloyd cederberg
2019
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