How do I write
the sun and the moon,
the lightness inside
a floating balloon,
the lover’s love
to fall and then swoon,
the dreamer’s desire
to sleep until noon,
the heart of a child
turned loose in June,
the eyes of an elder
divining by rune,
the keys of a piano
that’s slightly off-tune,
or the unwritten music
that ended too soon?
I sit by the ocean
in the mind of a loon
and the words of a poet
fall out on the dune…
© DreamMatrix 2008
That’s a lot to capture and certainly the reality of a human isn’t always the best place to start. Interesting observations, here.
I love the line. . . the heart of a child turned loose in June. . . if that doesn’t carry an old woman back in time to such things as hills to play on in the summer and slide down on sleds in the winter; to little glades where pretend houses wait to be built and to early evenings when a neighbor’s sweet cherry tree, ripe with fruit, beckons a raiding, I don’t know what does.
You wrote the unwritable. Congratulations!