" forgiving "
Under the garnet moon,
as painless as a sigh,
I am released.
A hand is opened
and the wind does its swift work.
I bear the weight of my heart alone
so the sky claims me in a twinkling.
All my glitter and spark
burns so fast it leaves no ash
and the night swallows
the small shadow I once cast.
To you, this is mercy-
a kindness, you would say.
Somewhere beyond your notice
I still breathe, still speak,
still carry your fingerprints
smeared upon my life.
Some night when the forest
smells like copper
and the winds carry the first chill
you may think of me in passing.
If you chance to recall my voice
give it only these words-
I am but a vapor of grief.
Close your eyes
and lose the remembrance of me.
© 2005 Dale McLain
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