Vide Cor Meum

It was a complex pale night when she spoke.  When she told me these stories and I heard the past of other worlds and stories around her voices.

As the light curled and ghosted her dead face. Winds sang across lines of smoked air. She stole things from the dim and the listening.

Old fire touched the darkness in parts. Colours lost to obscurity.

Poems rose into a faded jewelled dusk. The illumined sang.

Peering deep into those worlds. Hard into that night resonance I awoke to her touching my heart. With one soft finger.

Glimmering spaces claimed her. Histories echoed and became insignificant.  Velvet dramas once rich.  Subtle tones manifest. A zephyr whispered across my ravaged face.

A reflected tear alone shone from a sad eye as she spoke of a dream of dreaming and a wonderful vibration passed in the sea of times.

Silver darkness laid itself upon surfaces. A compression of visions. This place is where recollections live. Singing spinning around her stories. She spoke to my lucid dreaming.  Her face forever in my mind.

A beautiful dark.  A deep heart.  Brief light in the forgetting. So, she sang to me about this trapping of shadows. So that I may forget old times and live where I now am. In my beautiful mountains. In my present life.

A sky of late darkness water falling. Night wings across a desperate madness. The language of wild hearts and dark wandering.  The soaring of destinies star flown together. A single voice singing high.

An alchemy of strange night vanities.

Strings in shuttered light. High the bright notes of speaking. Seeking her words. Sky high rain washed blue with the words. The words she gave me to use for these wishes. The music composed in my furthest dreams. Honour lit.

 

 

This music belongs in the soft distance. The songs of lives shared across the worlds pain. Landscapes abandoned into themselves. Flowered colours swaying in the winds of solar dancing. Here is her dead hand tight clasped. No blood flowing through from finger to limb placed there.

Finely choreographed sights causing these times to come again. Again and again, that there is this, wondering.

So far and so far. The tuned distance. Rivers in flood flying. Storm flocks caught Vide cor tuum. Here is your heart. Pressing against her breast. Holding.

I write feverishly, across this spinning landscape, complete. A parchment anecdote to her time spent only with me.

Laughing, loving, waiting, wanting, revolving in my still warm hand. Holding, pressing and feeling, rising unbound.

I enter the lovely dark of her slowly. A world begins again.

Wrapped in linen. Covering her bound tight in space. Tied to her joyous pain and wondrous crying. Saying her words out loud to a star lit sky and the tight shining skin of a body sanctified, deified.

Alive in this space. Aware only of this moment. Vide Cor Meum.

And the capture of joined hearts in a myriad multiverse. These things could happen, she said. To me.

 

Author's Note

Vide Cor Meum means Here is my heart and is taken from Dante's La Vita Nuova. This is written for you only my Beatrice, my Heloise. Dante only saw Beatrice twice.
I wrote this for a funeral I couldn’t attend.
The image is mine and is the Atlantic coast of Barra. In the weatern Isles.

Reviews

[TL Boehm]

Death is finite but life is cyclical - there is something....beyond the curse of sentience that resonates in the depth of our souls and whispers that it is not over but beginning. This write speaks of sorrow and joy interwoven with beauty and grace.

[Ken Simm.]

I find myself increasingly hopeful for reincarnation. As long as I meet the true loves I had before. Thank you my friend.

[Sami Khalil]

Tis sad indeed for the poet not to attend a funeral for someone special; an awful feeling. Reality hits like a brick for all sometimes.

[Ken Simm.]

It does indeed Sami. Thank you for understanding.

[Sami Khalil]

Yes siiiirrrrr. You are welcome sir Ken.

[DIVYA]

Remembering a love passed and the time they spent together exclusively. She touched the poet in so many beautiful ways, said and unsaid. There is darkness of grief and loss in your words as well as visions of color, beauty and such togetherness. And in those moments, they were just yours to love and hold. Perhaps, one is also happy that they were so alive and together once under the sun. That dead face and dead hands are not really them. They are the live, beating heart pulsing away in you and all these wonderful words and the myriad of visions held in them.

[Ken Simm.]

You are right I've seen enough bodies to realise that is what is left is not them. Thank you so much for your kind words my dear friend.

[DIVYA]

It is always a joy to visit your words and soak my spirit in them.

[Coyote Poetry]

A enjoyable story to be read in the poetry. I liked the words "Vide Cor Meum."
"Laughing, loving, waiting, wanting, revolving in my still warm hand. Holding, pressing and feeling, rising unbound."
I liked the above lines Ken and thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Ken Simm.]

Means Here is my heart. I'm glad you like it John. Thank you.

[Coyote Poetry]

I did and you are welcome Ken.

[Betty Hermelee]

In and out of dreams remembering a deceased friend/love who changed the world..."I enter the lovely dark of her".... repeating her words of the cosmos... and times gone by; reliving the past and present; use of colors fading into colorless surroundings.... This is definitely stream of consciousness....or I'm totally out of it!
Best, B

[KAREN]

All I can say is breathtaking! It is just plain out written to perfection in beauty!

[Ken Simm.]

Thankyou Karen

[KAREN]

My pleasure

[Pete]

wow. such soulful, heartfelt words grace this page. not sure whether to celebrate or cry. truly beautiful. these words and their captured imagery soaring so loftily. bravo ... :)

[Ken Simm.]

Thankyou so much my friend. I appreciate those words

[lightsong]

You see,

You have this extraordinary talent to write form the Souls' ink through the heartbeats then into the pages, creating a whole realm of your own, taken and breathtaking us into there... there is not even one line in your piece that doesn't carry a deep feeling or a deep thought, every word is chosen so carefully, so caring... the way You managed to speak of higher world both in a science and souls way was magnificent to me because not so many are able to balance both, keeping the effective essence of both... You are in love there, in love not only in one dimension, but in more than this three dimensional world... You experience it, You breathe it, You feel it, You write it... without even trying hard because it is as it is, it is You and whom You truly are, your truth. a most pleasurable read of sheer beauty and inspiration. majestic and sublime.

[Ken Simm.]

You are too kind my friend. I am honoured by such a review.

[lightsong]

You deserve every word, and You are warmly welcome~

[Betty Hermelee]

a deep eulogy full of darkness, dreams, wonders, past life, more dreams, waking to uncertainty, only wanting to be where you are now; where the mountains shroud you in peace on the western shores of your homeland. A fleeting moment of joy, captaining joined hearts.
Very complex with color, obscurity, vivid dreams, awakenings...... well done (I could never think of those words!) Best, B

[Ken Simm.]

Such a lovely review. thankyou .

[Betty Hermelee]

Excuse the tardiness, but you’re very welcome
Best
B.

[Betty Hermelee]

Please peek at mine, many thanks!

[Lydia Shutter]

There is heartbreak in this....and beauty. There is longing and there is regret. Obviously you loved her deeply even if the love was unrequited. It seems she was beside you even when she was not physically there. Quite the masterpiece here, Ken. Lydi**

[Ken Simm.]

Thank you so much Lydi. Much appreciated.