Six Songs for the Wind At the center of the storm She spirals Broken beneath truth Stripped translucent Lost and unrepentant While night falls She un-becomes herself And is reborn into wind. * * * Voice of his heart, Calling her The steady beat Her sanctuary Once held, Once loved She is lost, Exile of time Sorrow Twisting her Into her own burden A thousand hollow words - Illusions. * * * She's unmade the earth for him All wild and waiting Confession of fear Beneath this wanting What she cannot have It is dust, a brittle ringing of bells She's unmade her life for him Wind upon tin, clattering Terror, panic, silence * * * A woman falling deep in time Burns mountains A woman falls Burns through heavens of grief To find solace in a line A curve, a silhouette of sound A voice, earth and stone Beneath, she breathes His face, lips, sings his skin Sings the wind. * * * Silent, wanton waiting Empty beds, rooms, lives Clutter of duty Always, always the ghosts Midwives of her aborted rebirths Hover, hands flutter bloodless Buried in the shallow grave Eulogy of hollow words, dreams Shuffling toward obscurity. Smothered. * * * But always this memory, This memory of heart Beside her, beneath her His simple, steady beat His voice singing The song of her life His heart His heart Remembering him, Remembering, Her sweet salvation. (c) 2005 J.L. Stanley |
