To Deborah Guzzi
No rolling stone
gathering moss, or playing records
only the halo of your light
i with needle gaze
fuming to penetrate
without a merlin stone.
I want to hear
to know
like a child in school
or boy's first throbbing
from a dance
more than surrounding thoughts
the who you are.
And yet like the Knight
before his head came off
in dungeon for gallant men
i stand before the frost
of window pane to write
hoping you will read
a poem
from the horizon
I dream of diamonds
in your head
fracturing light until it bleeds
rainbow
for a trembling child,
O one more story
without metaphors of you
and i will sleep
on all the beauty
from photons spiralling
beyond our eyes.
Copyright © L'Nass Shango | Year Posted 2009
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