the sea of thwarted flights
breaks on shore, boldly throws
up spume for the sand
to absorb
war-weary, tempted
to jettison all hope, we seek
solace of water, plod down dunes out
of sight where the sky
winks and clouds tangle above
glittering waves as if that
fertile abyss might be somehow
more than a grave
in the limbs of
a wind-tortured thicket,
the strands that bind one branch to
another hold no sway over death,
nor can they match our surly bond,
more gasping than the
open sea
the destruction you carry
is carved in stone, binding you to
me stronger than any love,
and I cannot escape the tearing
crash, scrape and rustle of your blind
gropings and janglings
they flare as a fueled pyre,
then recede again and again like the tides
only to ignite without warning,
as once when I, thinking you were
healed, saw you turn, sweep
the unruly lock from your forehead,
wave to me...and re-enter
the dark
--Jo VonBargen 2011
"Beautifully written!" A time capsule for future generations. FROM THIS FAR TIME (The Human Saga) Fierce, taut poetry! http://www.amazon.com/dp/B005KJLCLC
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