greenmountaineer
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dawn raid
black shapes
with their black sounds
drop black tears on a
sleeping city
day erupts
bright with pain
for Mike
feet sunk in mud
grasping at stars
the poet does
all he can
to build a bridge out of words
there's dirt on his hands
a sheen on his brow
his belly's full of acid, meat and dreams
born with that need
to embrace it all
he's torn -
inhabiting some desperate place
i want to catch a
thought in all its glory -
a threadbare leaf
against a bright blue sky
love comes quietly
there is no grand parade, no clarion call
for magic happens in quiet quarters
small gestures, in the catching of an eye
back alleyways, the vistas of a sigh
in dusk's cool plums - that backdrop to starlight
and mists across the moon on autumn nights.
laughter, warm and fresh, can swell a heart
enmesh it, happily, and two hands held
in firelight's soft red and embered glow
will hold the memory of that touch although
the snow lays all around, and freezing hail
vies with the bitter wind to no avail.
Time teaches us best listen to the breeze
for truths are small and love comes
quietly.
Loved the music in every line, particularly "For Mike," which evokes all sorts of ideas with me, but I would have substituted for "clarion." It's a little too heraldic for me.