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we just met
yet ... I know you
as myself, I know you
before now, before then, before time
bounding a meadow through the dew of eventide
careful business for a muggy summer eve
a jelly jar to fill with fireflies
it was there ... then
the emerald-gold spark that shimmers your gaze
it held me rapt, as it does now
a large one, caught - winking me through the slits in my fingers
much too delightful to be confined to a glass prison
so I spread my hand and let it twinkle away
somehow my child's heart knew it was ... more
grander, more weighty, more important
the color stayed ... within.
~
then ... years later
the same exquisite hues and glow
in an instant, come and gone
last remnant of a Caribbean sunset, melting
bursting green and bright, wide across the horizon
cumulus clouds shattering sunlight into golden shards
like the gild columns of Olympus, fallen
rolling, glimmering as they tumble to ruin
or giant ropes of precious metal, weaving the heavens
splashed brief with a flare of chartreuse
an instant only, but an instant blooming in elegance
so beautiful that it seemed a phantom
surely, in all my wits, I must have imagined it
yet, it remained within ... until now
there, swimming your eyes
beyond expression.
~
once more, I found it
drowning in middle age madness
searching for answers to The Question
yes, THAT question ... the ONLY question
crossing an ocean, it matters not which
again, Sol had just set, without a cloud or wisp of weather
when, upon the far reach, the moon rose like a madman
mocking the sun in its greatest breadth and boundary
so bright and yellow that the swells turned transparent like jade
the colors, too, as water and moonlight swirled
glistening and turning, scintillating like some priceless gem, untold
it was YOU - the eyes that hold me now - there!
I was breathless, taken, plunging that beauty in delirium
just as I had all those years before ... as I am NOW
for you are the standard, the archetype -
the constant, the measure
the reason for those moments of wonder and awe ...
you, the brightest star of
dusk and dawn ...
my civil twilight.
~ 1st Place in the "Best Free Verse 2019" Poetry Contest, John Hamilton, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Pick A Title - Free Verse" Poetry Contest, Edward Ibeh, Judge & Sponsor.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden | Year Posted 2019
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