Our Last of Gamay

I contemplate over hours

the memory,

Turning back

to the thoughts spent with you

To the white warming groves

The burn in winter's vine

And stones lounging

I taste your mental dowry,

Streets know the unconditional angel

Drumming chords with

Clustering stars,

The lifespans dressed in naked light;

I listen to the strands battered in ancient gale

I postulate through autumns of clay and

Constellation, our time still left...

I watch the drying leaves:

Their paint falling into the saintly grass persuasion,

Leaning spheres and peculiar odes of jazz

The drums echoing our last bright opera

 

Seems everything here is bound to elsewhere

Wearing their turns

  one over one …

 

 But  I am still awake

 Still alive

My keys in a

filtering aperture

Shuttering out a cool euphoric prayer

 

Breathing,

Lying on the coastal lips of the Mediterranean;

Was it yesterday?

Was it then that I walked through flowers and handles

The empowering french abundance of light;

Was it then

Crumpling through my lost lent of springs

I strained what had become 

Tapping the stairs in my Spanish taboo...

O! The inordinate lines of Degas,

The village fermented of our mint and fine Gamay

 

Though now

All is empty

All means forgotten 

As all is right again

 

And my last...

 night of earth

so very rare;

So candled.

 

Where maybe

In some other way

Our lives of  string; maybe in the day’s light

With the owl turned towards my back

We will relent

 

Maybe,

with stones so deep

  in the gullet

Hours turned into black

My love

pulling at my jaw

Father in heaven

Freed

No longer suffering

Through days

and days again

 

Maybe then

Yes....

Maybe then my love

When flowers thus grown for winter

Have become the only life

We are cursed to understood.

Reviews

[Alisa Js]

Ah yes, sweet Beaujolais .....setting the tone for the jouney to come. I love how you take the reader with you, inside your mind and yet allow us to feel, to experience, to be, as we follow along.

Excellent!

Sending you wishes for days full of wonder and answers forthcoming.

Alisa💫

[Perdition]

Glug..glug..glug..wha?? I did what to who now??..lol. Thanks H.