A rewrite of an earlier poem. All comments are welcomed!
Escaping
dark dreams
my repose is disrupted
by the tall
black-haired wind
which floods the sky.
could I kiss
those leaves
which bend
toward the water
like pale hands.
the face tilted downwards
cries a long laugh
I cannot discriminate
it halts, stoops, wavers
clutches its bottle
drinks
and the embrace of the memory
is gone.
Rainbow imitations, like words
scattered throughout the room,
land on the sofa,
sitting with the laughing children.
Imitations of the ripple
of her silence
her lack of amazement
that picks up the colorful thread
of a story.
The story wanders,
I do not return,
and a touch of amber
blunts the sun.
Gemlike, her speech unheard
passes away -
no bird calls
so quietly.
What musical mistake
passes on the idea of her cowardice,
my staunchness? Unheard, the notes flutter away.
Into long darknesses
festive winters
ghosts of dreamy afternoons
into thorns which catch
the rawness of my hand
into streets that walk
away, into the night,
and into the water.
No maze wanders like this.
The bone glistens like skin
and she is in love