Poems
by Fabrice B. Poussin
Dont unwrap until summer
I made a gift for you
a strong box of steel and stone
wrapped in ribbons of platinum and gold.
You will take it to the desert
when we meet at last in this strange land
devoured by the heat of insatiable summer.
Then perhaps you and I will embrace
as we are consumed by this hostile world
barren as we were once in the fresh meadow of our youths.
A remote spot in the lost realms
no shame remains under a jealous glance
to be one there in the sublime excitement of a laugh.
Hold on to the little box with your palm
moist with the anticipation of a mere moment
floating in a dress of clouds as the last snows.
I give you the key to the flood gates
for you alone can find the secret lock
and force open all that is good within the dream.
Fading Reflection
Ageless she walked down to the end of a bright hall
to a life size mirror vibrating in the recent quake.
Broken windows made for a swift breeze
apparition to the envious watcher she seemed to float.
Once upon a large image standing in the fiery horizon
never would she be forgotten idol of madding days.
Ghost of a-temporal realms she glowed in a dim dawn
wrapped in a gentle shroud between those walls.
Perhaps she smiled at the eerie image in the glass
dream for the abandoned soul unrecognizable.
Finally reaching the line traced at her barren feet
she stood bewildered by the blank reflection.
Her eyes had died in the misty room
and she remained in horror at her own vanishing.
The parchment of her skin could yet tell stories
speaking to her in tongues long forgotten.
She shivered as ice invaded those stony veins
now certain of a past destiny long unraveled.
Transparent she now knew the body I once held
no longer hers slept below the stone.
She looked back in terror seeking comfort
alone the force of eternity pulled her beyond the veil.
I remember her youth in the tender embrace
still prancing in the dreams of her child.
Gone in the last tremor lost within a lasting kiss
she attempted one last cry for help.
Gone again I could still touch the pearly dress
as I trembled once more beneath her last breath.
Just Like You
Wandering the wide avenue in the dead of night
he embraces the terror of an absolute abyss.
Above, Milky Ways attract his dying dreams
below, the fall is certain into icy fires.
It is a long way to the end of the path
the fulfillment of his solemn longings.
He can guess the hazy form in the distance
under the faint glow of a vaporous cloud.
Hesitant as he has become, it is the beloved
he closes his eyes forever to the faulty vision.
Soon he too will become possessed of the aura
ethers of her who once seems so oddly coy.
Another step and they merge in an excess of joy
at last they conceive of their everlasting wholeness.
Upon a city square the center of a newborn universe
only one warm dot remains, it is they in complete harmony.
Little thoughts
Resting after the long ascent to a beloved peak
I spy a colossus wandering the rivers of the vale
oblivious to the lives trampled by his soles while
a beetle pleas in his struggle for a last moment.
Another dances near my very weary toes
six legged in its shiny carapace of stars
and I recall those days of hate when I too
crushed the helpless home of a tiny enemy.
That giant wearing the invincible armor of a God
may after all have been my own image
when a child of too many decades I grinned
to soon walk away from another innocent corpse.
Now I contemplate the memories and wonder
what was this silly creature trying to say
when he looked up in his multitude of eyes
and I ignored the hope of such a strange kin.
Mild intelligence in a world of insects
what suddenly made me king so powerful
so I may press on to set that leather boot down
and annihilate the dreams of the slithery life.
Those words
Three decades long and puzzles of words
filled your days with peace and wonder.
Riding through unknown lands on grinding wheels
you found the freedom of later years in the air.
Then home to a warm meal the old man made
perhaps of routine and a little love.
Everything ready for your nights enjoyment
an old television series and a fumbling sleuth.
I never knew the thoughts behind your gaze
the passions renewed daily for your tongue.
This day ten years have gone since we laughed
speaking of ties in a broken language.
Do you hear my voice as I seek the infinite?
see the pleas I write upon the cosmos?
You so enjoyed those games in early years
a gift which still flows in your eternal hours.
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