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Time
The moon shines bright tonight
and I swear I see your face in it.
The moon and I are old friends,
shining his dancehall light down
on me each month.
How fitting, this destiny thing is.
I met you under a full moon, you
proposed under a different one.
You left three days before the one
that month.
This isn't about the moon though.
It's about the passage of time.
How many full moons have I
looked up ...yearning, missing,
despairing...
I observe it tonight, your face
bathing me in memories.
The time has come round
once more, six years later. So
long now, still just yesterday.
There are so many times I turn to
share something with you, only
to realize, with distant dismay,
you're not there. The stab in
the heart still surprising.
*time does not heal all
wounds, however*
Time, though, has made way for
quieter acceptance. Time has a
way of giving of itself; allowing
the path to be walked, and grace
gained, step by step.
I look up, your face shining down
on me. I want to say so many things
but I say them every day, don't I?
It's the moon I tell you, though this
isn't about the moon.
I swear I just saw you wink at me.
So you want to dance with me??
Naughty boy.
©2008/SQB
FALL OF THE LAST VIRGIN
Your
beautiful mounds catch the eye,
reaching
towards the sky, proud and defiant.
Your
jungle hair thick and almost impenetrable,
cascading
down to your inviting shores.
With
unbounded joy I look upon your face.
You
come from strong stock, you and your sisters;
named
by Columbus in honor of St. Ursula and
the
Eleven Thousand Virgins, who were pillaged
upon
the high seas. Your natural beauty causing
a
stir upon the sailors. Islas Virgenes…
untouched,
HOLY.
Today
I stare upon your virginal body with sorrow.
I
have been away too long, and can do nothing.
You
have been sold to be plundered like your sisters
before
you. Your body to be cut, marred, scarred,
by
the pirates' attempt to keep you "natural".
My
impotent anger suffocates me, my tears flow
freely
as I try to sear to memory the stunning vision
that
you are. I try to capture you on film, preserving,
if
I may, the before time; for those who come after.
You
stand silent, proud; unaware of the danger.
My Sister…
Your
beautiful mounds catch the eye,
reaching
towards the sky, proud and defiant.
Your
jungle hair thick and almost impenetrable,
cascading
down to your inviting shores.
With
unbounded joy I look upon your face.
©2008/SQB
**Tribute to
Thatch Cay,
U.S.
Virgin Islands**
secrets
when the moonbeams
shone
above the clouds,
it was time
whispers
arrive on
breezes oh so softly,
it was him
waves lap gently on
sand, cool beneath
her feet
...moonbeams, waves, whispers..
it was him, it was time...
the sea embraced her
like a lover's arms,
his
touch
footprints washed away
under an indifferent
moon
...the sand had a
new secret...
©2008/sqb
untitled
...and now i grow older
without you and with you
you live in my heart always
but can you move over please,
there's another love you see
that has been winding its way
into my heart
i know that you won't mind for
he seems hand-picked by you
the kindness and generosities
bestowed upon me almost
too much to bear at times,
yet can't do without, no,
cannot do without
for i want this love
it is true and deep
and worth any risk there
is to take. you know what i
mean, right, we were
there once then life
intervened
give me your blessing then
and let me get on with it
for time passes far too quickly
when it comes to matters
of the heart
go ahead, move over, you
will have your own space
...and the other space
belongs to the one who came
seeking, and found me
this surprise that startles me
still when i think about it
i am in awe of the ONE who
opens new doors after old
ones close.....
©2009/sqb
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