the heart shatters
wer’st you not to stay
after so much
laughterafter so much
play
we ran through
lilacs in the fieldwhile the wheat
being tilled
we dared to lay
there still
the red blood
sky
appeared and welaid there waiting
for its sun dressed kiln
didn’t have cares to worry
only sweat beads from our brow
two clammy little hands
clenched together
we’d be friends forever
no one or anything
would part our hearts
much like Moses
with the Egyptians
and the seas
the calm and peace
we gathered in those momentswould tether us forever
even in this after life
where your token’s
now being spent
no one can separate
our two heartsor send our souls
asunder
we lay there, still,
with the lilacs
in the field
Oh I can see those two little friends, lying midst the lilacs and the wheat under a golden sun. Beautiful, my friend.
ReplyDeleteoh, that is sweet...
ReplyDeleteLike the two little clammy hands hanging on to each other..
ReplyDeleteCan smell the scent of lilacws coming in thru my open window. Nice one.
I specially like the ending verse, there is calm and gratitude in your words ~
ReplyDeletethe two clammy hands beneath the red blood sky...
ReplyDeleteand the ending stanza... tore my heart out! A very special poem of friendship, of love.
Marco, this speaks of the innocence of childhood friendship. Sometimes it blooms into love, but my "clammy hand" held that of my best friend, John, a gay ex-priest. We are still always there for each other.
ReplyDeleteThe afterlife reference... it sounds as though you lost this companion. I hope it's not autobiographical, but if it is, my heart aches for you. Such an expressive poem. Peace, Amy
Have received much positive feedback on this piece. My thoughts were with intentions of creating an imagination by a child. I know that lilacs don't grow in fields but when you're a child with moments of reverie everything grows in your field.
ReplyDeleteThank you to those of you who traveled here with me