“Athens”
There are those parts of me that live in
certain musical phrases--
pieces of me that wait in
obscure stars;
members of my spirit that lie among the
violets
and tears of mine that spray a
lonely strand where even
dreamers have not wandered.
There are bundles of my hope
tucked away in foaming clouds, and
countless
touches weened from my aching fingertips
scattered in the wind. There are
longings I could not contain
saved away in mountain waterfalls
--’twas I who took your breath away when
you had no one else near,
and made your cheeks blush
when you were convinced
you were alone.
The sun shines and draws lines between the
shadows and the light and
turns my mood around.
Lavish
glorious sunshine
trickling down like a lemon drop,
and eager am I to know you in springtime.
Certain am I that the wind will be so new it will wet
your eyes.
Give me then, your memories,
one by one and I will give them scenery and sunlight
now and again I will rest my chin in my hand,
and listen to you speak of such wonders,
that scarcely my life would matter,
but for what I share with you in the shade of God’s most
perfect tree.