"Lily's Lament"
How does one survive these
moves and counter moves, dreams unspun,
strung to a rusted anchor,
all battles won and lost,
favors gained and lost,
hearts won and lost
only endless circles
that arrived nowhere
nor moved away
The sand is grey here beneath your feet,
you drag from your cigarette, grasp the circumference
of a moist beer can, and look out to sea;
the answer floats; wave washed
it flounders and gulps for air.
Do you realize that a wreckage in the sky
rises, where once you threw knives as prayer?
A wounded wind howls and whistles and you,
with a soundless rage, bite your lip and face
the wide and grey space to curse, to challenge;
"Damn you! Damn you all for the daydreams and wretched hopes
you planted, but left to dry and die
within the span of each infant leaf."
Perhaps there are mazes that unravel in life,
paths that open at cross roads,
hearts that we can take along for a breadth of a smile,
or the length of a minute,
around me, people laugh,
children play, fathers carry their daughters
upon their laps and tell stories of sunrises
and sunsets, of knights and princesses
who in the end, always walk towards happy realms
of flowers and silver moonbeams.
Somewhere, a man looks upon another woman
and there is love; simple, warm, guiltless,
the kind that spend afternoons unrushed and
into the night, the tenderest of stars shine
without alarms, without calls for flight.
into the storm your thoughts set sail,
and you hold your blanket upon yourself
until familiar arms entwine themselves upon yours and then
the charade resume...
© 2005 Marty Abuloc
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