A Daughter's Sestina
In the company of a mouthful of silence,
I resort to chattering with the wind;
Whose carefree fingers grace the freezing leaves,
That once were green, now dry and white,
Falling to the ground where gravity holds
Souls; awaiting births, day and night
I remember a soul I once knew, tonight;
While with open eyes I lie in silence;
Restlessly seeking for something to hold--
Something more solid than a blowing wind--
A pillar, perhaps, or steel bones of white,
That couldn't decay like departed leaves
My pillar now lies under the white leaves--
I wonder if he hears my prayers each night?
Does his hair still grow, are his teeth still white?
Was he there with me in my lonesome silence?
Has he stood beside me or upon the wind?
These-- and many more-- my weary mind holds
Sadness from childhood that my heart still holds--
I'm not sure when, but one day it will leave;
My heart be lighter than the wind,
I'll dream of hopeful days all night;
My tears won't fill my peaceful silence,
My mind, lit up like neon white
For I have with me, a pillar of white
Who's been there for me, to help and to hold;
Though more than once we kept our silence,
I knew her love would never leave;
Her prayers kept me safe through the night;
Her embrace, encircled me like the wind
My father's voice I'll restore in the wind;
Along with his smile, so happy, so white;
No longer will I cry for my loss, night after night;
Instead, what I have, I'll cherish and hold--
Nobody knows whose going to leave;
Who will be sent first into the silence..
Tonight, silence's been broken by the wind,
That comes and leaves in flashes of white;
Heartfull of memories, to hold on through the night.
~*~
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