After All These Years
I don’t know why after all these years,
I’m still surprised
When the purity of your voice,
The purity of your talent,
Wraps me in a womb
Of calm, warm alpha waves
That fills the holes in my heart
Somehow.
To mould a song from thin air
That you coax to grow,
Magically,
Like giving birth to a thing of perfection,
Its notes a double-helix of DNA notes
With not a single protein out of place,
Not a rest or a sixty-fourth note wrong
Or misshapen.
It’s a miracle indeed.
The sound takes me to
So many places
In the center of a universal soul
All placid and full of downy soft dreams.
With never a sharp corner or ragged edge
To tear my peace asunder.
I don’t know why after all these years,
I’m still surprised
When the sparkle in your eyes
Tells me you’re happy
Long before the words are said.
Somehow, the world would hold
Hands beneath you if it could.
It’s karma, I think…
For all the wounds you’ve healed
For the hearts you’ve held in your hands
And failed to crush when you could have.
So many want nothing more from you
Than to know that you’re happy.
It’s a miracle indeed.
johemmant said,
January 16, 2008 at 7:40 pm
A lovely, lilting celebration……the holding hands beneath you line is especially apt and gorgeous.
gingatao! said,
January 17, 2008 at 6:39 am
Beautiful, lilting, drifting poem with its classical rhythms and careful diction. Pure Mimi, a soft and gentle touch from a confident and composed voice. Your poetry always operates perfectly within its own sphere, there is never any overreaching or uncertainity and yet it is full, complete and beautiful.
Narnie said,
January 18, 2008 at 9:55 pm
This sings… a confident yet hushed voice with a certain awe for the person it is dedicated to, but more than that an overwhelming love. It’s just wonderful. You know what is more intriguing though? You make no pretence about the era in which you are writing… it’s not trying overly hard to have any voice other than your own and is more honest because of that. I’m not sure whether Im making sense but certain words and phrases might, in anyone else’s work, seem out of place or jarring, but your voice is so clear that it moulds in perfectly allowing it to be modern but with classical, intelligent grounding. Oh… Im wittering… xxxx
Paul said,
July 8, 2008 at 11:50 am
Beautiful beautiful. I read them down to here again from the top. They are gorgeously beautiful graceful intelligent immaculately crafted, everything.