I was drawn nearer
Then I fancied (at first) to
Give face to the curiosity I felt…
.
…‘I cannot silence the beauty of this night,’
A voice murmured.
.
And when the words
Entered into me
Something (of the) HEART ignited, as
I began sensing the vinegars of
Another’s excruciated life
Coursing sorely over
A wounded-hearts complexities…
.
…‘My throat cries a velvet sound,
That stems from an alizarin sky
Waterfalling in a wintery voice; speak
To me so I might soar of stars and skim
New moons and maybe once, sing for you’…
.
Then
.
Ideas fell upon me
In an upsurge of emotion,
Fully, as a soaking cloudburst;
Becoming (in time) a fertile-ground
Advancing both of us together in search of
Unsung songs - for words unspoken -
For sights unseen – in the hope
Of being more
Of seeing more
Of sensing more
Without undoing the
Delicateness of a shared cultivation…
.
…‘Play me your song of shadows and
Adorn me in crystal strings of icicling obsidian.
Spring cannot be far off.
For I single out your sigh among all
The other trembling branches
To shudder with another
As I am open-eyed but asleep; for you
Come as a dream folded and footstepped’…
.
As it was…
.
There were no requisites
Or formulas between them - other
Then their shared hope of ascending
Together into wholeness on
(Parenthetical wings)
Where both could
Fly unflustered
For a season
Over fields of silhouette,
Into an apportioned poise
Held together in a common-ground
Of all those things (in them) unrequited
.
I remembered today
.
Being drawn nearer
To what appeared (then)
As something it wasn’t, but that
Turned out being something I’d never expected;
A gifted traveler, who, with wounded eyes,
Helped me (for a season) to BE…
.
© richard lloyd cederberg
12/2016




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