Saturday, August 11, 2012

She

("Angel With Lantern On An Old German Christmas Ornament" by David Saltaire)


Oh, if she ever comes around


like the sun upon my bed,


oh, and then the field of gold


will lay on green and tender joy.





Now, if she ever visits me


the sky will be so blue


and I’ll ride the clouds like her,


I’ll be rain and ocean, too.





In the heart of everything


there’s a longing to return;


to see the mighty river rush


to join the mother sea again.





My time will always tumble, turn


mine will return once more.


You will see my face again


in the space between the trees.





Oh, now here she comes, now


in her gentle quiet way.


Yes, she waits to lead you out


through dim valley to the peak.





Somehow, you were afraid


now it’s all charade--


things you left behind


fall into bright dust again.





and, when she wakes you, then


lotus or rose, or dandelion.


true gold you’ll know again


as you stand by her right hand.





Oh, and when she comes, now


robes of diamonds, midnight blue,


I will rise and come to her


joy and triumph on my brow.









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