Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Abba, Father

Settling softly into the silk drizzled dew,
       drifting as the crystalline droplets refract,
       shedding light upon the sharp contours.
Your face is lucidly etched into the terrain,
       but distortions from years of transgression
       film over in an ominous haze.
Alas, I fade into the wallpaper,
       blending into my interminable shame,
       as the floral intrications consume my determined essence.
Around the bend, hindering undulations ripple
       defying limitations, signaling your ever persistent presence.
Somewhere in the distance
       a whisper floats through the weighted air
       and gently composes itself, fixated toward the east.
A willing ear arcs, eyelashes tenderly flutter--

Your name resounds through the abounding buds,
       Your love embraces my slighted hand.

1 comment:

  1. Reminds me of our early morning walk in the Trumbull woods years ago...