aimless hours of glass, by pd lyons


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on their hands and knees
men with small hammers
fix stones for you to walk on
sharp silver sounds
out of the sun places
your own aimless hours of glass

we’d leave our dead at the sea
turned to silver fishes
our people nourished
by such treasure
grew strong

†††††††††††††
谀䈀
then others came
their huge ships hauled the sea
back with them for those we would never meet
now our people dwindle
souls of our ancestors
stolen.
†††††††††††††††††瑳汯湥മ
†††††††††††††††††⁳瑯汥渮ഀÒRഏ
nothing comes so softly as this day of leaving
even stones, once cursed
now picked up at random
savoured by mouth
a kiss let fall gently as if they’d remember only that

as far as the eye can see small diamond stars tattoo unspeakable skin
ancient linens     a memory of water         a beautiful woman has come
pure infant dreams deep on my strong shoulder
swaying songs the rain peers into

I can see you twice
once in reflection
walking into yourself
disappearing

 

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  • Donna J Snyder  On June 18, 2015 at 11:32 am

    Soulful beauty. I especially favor these lines

    s far as the eye can see small diamond stars tattoo unspeakable skin
    ancient linens a memory of water

    Liked by 1 person

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