" Song for My Sister "
Send words to the stars and I will catch them,
light as late afternoon dandelion, wisps of
alto-stratus in a still, blue sky.
We have learned to weave.
Strelitzas and Hibiscus between
flat straw seagrass;
Martinis and Moon Rivers
between Spanish songs
and serendipity.
I would send you out into this new world
with nothing but sparkling horizons;
kisses to strew as you will,
a thousand nights of remembered breath.
We will twirl in Telemessos, by the harbour,
drunk on dazzling sails and the laughter
of moustached old men who wish to join the dance.
Mykonos, Ithaca, Kefalonia,
the long white shores of our forever.
I will learn to play the guitar,
if you promise to drive too fast,
sing off key, point out eagles
as weightless as us in red desert distance.
All air holds our dreams.
You are evening wine under meteor shower
somewhere just beyond where
we were all meant to be.
You are my next step.
We share curbsides,
Spilling treasures like childrens’ marbles
over dust, under smoky wildfire sky.
The four pockets of the hearts we own
as interchangeable as the blood
that flows between us,
Sisters siempre.
© 2004 Vienna (Carole Barley)
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