Let Me Count the Ways- For Sharon
How many?
how many lives;
how many have fallen
beneath
your magical spell?
If it may be so,
let each star be named
You.
For your beauty transpires
our words
into all shine and sheen cast out
from the darkness and starkness
of infinite space –
(as they were intended to be seen)
as if even the light shining forth
from between
the pervading clouds of life’s
perpetual storm –
(day to day to day,
and on)
recognizes your poetic touch,
as deliverance;
stopping, halting, driving
the wedge of night out
of our very hearts,
as if just being here, seeing them
(seeing you)
really seeing the stars
(through your eyes we see –
you are clear, you are
amplified
like dew on leaves – with us being
as leaves) opens up
our every pour;
pouring forth what may never
have been seen
without your dewy light’s reflection,
refracting –
how else can the green of leaves
be certain,
that they are also
made of stars,
if not first being shown
the point of green?
Yes, if it be so,
let the stars be named
Yours.
Let each one bare their own weight
(light is weightless - don’t you see?)
before it’s too late,
and all the leaves (our leaves –
our hearts)
start to twist
into autumn - a lazy
haphazard dance
to nowhere –
dry and cracked
to the desperate open mouth
of ground;
left to writhe amongst the yellowing mulch,
like ornately colored
lead paperweights
waiting
for the cold of winter
to still
our beating
hearts –
You are like stars.
A multiplicity of the exponential
magnifying each one who sees;
(recognizing our own in you)
light touching light through the heart
of our own.
You are our spectacle, Miss. Weimer –
our looking glass into
the night sky,
reminding our hearts
how to shine.
And for this I say, Thankee-Sai –
Thankee Big big
(a kindred thank you – you see, I see)
for Being,
and for touching us with the ends
(and beginnings) of your lit up
fingertips,
shattering our stormy skies
into multitudes
of separate
stars.
How many ways do we love you?
Too many ways to count –
There are so many stars.
***I'm sure this poem is going to end up being redundant, as many will write about our
lovely, Sharon Weimer, but I felt I must, simply because - and that's all the excuse I
needed. She's been a good friend, in more ways than I can count :) We love you, Shar -
keep shining, and never forget what you're made of.
For another of our beloved poets, Miss. Christie's P.S Member Dedication Contest. :)
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