Arboretum1
A New Sun
Shining through leaves...
a golden canopy of Light...
and the calling-after voice
of an insistent mother, rises, instructs,
and dies away
and all of it: the breeze, the whispers, the passing occasional car, the children's laughter
floods into a montage of sound
that fills... everything!
and I am one man, and everywhere
and I am made, healed, shown
how it was supposed to be...
and... are you here, my Love?
in the trees
(will I see you peeking out from behind one)
in the winds
(your voice as soft as the stars' voices)
in the leaves
(a thousand reflections of a thousand perfect fragments of your face)
I think you must be...
for I am at home among the colors,
and there are children here
Copyright © Andrew Fairchild | Year Posted 2018
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