November 20, 2020Poem
Hallowed in silhouette
lossmusicmemorytimemortality
Hallowed in silhouette
Haloed in honey beam
Addressing and undressing me
Brilliant diamonds
Falling from your hair
Blinking out
Like stardust
In a fairy story
When I am the pumpkin.
There are no firm edges
Everything remains
Even as it is lost
The background undecided
The foreground never fixed
There is little comfort
In completion
When what is known
Of gestalt is held in trust
Until the morning
Will you be more than an archetype?
We cling together
Through the ages
Perhaps it is as it should be
A moment of revelation
Stretching out, beyond time
The last thing I remember
Before the fall
Is the first thing I recall
Upon waking
A boxer who has punched
Above his weight
Leaning on the ropes
With no visible means of support
Just a belief
In happy endings.