I forget.
I remember and forget
and remember again.
One day,
When all the mystique of idiocy
Has rubbed off life
Like gold lacquer from oak,
I’ll forget so wholeheartedly
(Or remember so completely)
That I will forget to not dance
And remember my home
Beyond memory and forgetting
- the place where you are waiting
With your hands of milk and stars.
I know you are waiting there,
But I’m too fascinated still
By the twisted mirrors in this hall.
I know the sun is shining where you wait
And the air is sweet as only
Coming home can be.
One day, I will go towards there,
But, I will not be there to arrive.
Only my dancing:
The footsteps of fire on water,
The everlasting bird that flies through the Earth.
Just Beautiful.
Such liquid light in your words, as always!
These are my favourite lines:
…The place where you are waiting
With your hands of milk and stars…
x
I love this poem dear Tom! Beautiful! Thank you!
“I know the sun is shining where you wait
And the air is sweet as only
Coming home can be.”
To the glory of homecoming, one day, Yes!
Blessings,
Marjory
Oh Glory. This is gorgeous.
Rima, Marjory and Cat, thanks for your comments! It’s good to be writing again and remembering how simple it can be.
dance upon the earth
feel the energy of life
sing in the rain
feel the life of water
run in the wind
feel the push of power
stand still
and feel it all
here
now
forever
beautiful posting… each time I read it
I go somewhere else…
glad to have see you strolling by