Wings speed through snow
8-27-00
had a dream that you left on a midnight flight
or so it seemed
like the pull from Coletrane on his reed
or an organ blast being delivered from the past
always thinking where did my mind end up last
and I remember how could any of this be so
laying on the grass – under thick blankets of snow
never a thought of letting go
and still thinking where did my mind blow
they do say if you love something to set it free
so with arms raised – I watched as you flew away
I screamed at the trees
So vacant these sounds – falling on death
As the sky divides – into clouds that multiply
The rain comes back to haunting nights
With reverie of you taking flight
And I remember - a butterfly
Wings black – with a spiral of green
Tiny hairs – pork key pine spine
Caught up again in the gears of design
Letting another moment glide on by
But still wondering in the end
With thoughts creeping back in
Nor good – nor bad
Only there to drive one mad
And still in rest to be thinking
Where did you go – with wings speed through snow
Thursday, November 6, 2008
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