Reading Between the Lines
PART i
Darkness locks out the Sun
whose reflection, now beaten back by the hollows of the moon.
In a pool of light your face swims as the sound
of shattering stars break, the black
metallic movement in the rippled surface
below the shimmer, your eyes stare, vacant
but are there dreams in lucid pupils
of childhood games. On horseback
perhaps, or were we watching?
Dappled grey as they galloped, but
no longer, passing time took them,
the friends of a child, in hallowed ground they live
vulnerable in their simplicity, while
distant shadows of the landscape’s ascent soar
with the inky ebony of infancy.
You say nothing but I still ask
what wanders through your mind as you lie naked, pure,
flawless. I long to caress the contour of you skin
though forbidden you have been named.
Part ii
Beyond arms reach you seem
to be, behind translucent barricades made up
of fabrics sewn from the threads of time.
Fragmented beauty in a broken mirror,
what hides in your luxurious depths?
A breath gives life to a passing moment
the whisper of a memory lost, to the
pleasures and pains taking place
in the here, the now, the nearly
happening. What is occurring as you rest
beyond the reach of my lingering touch
where rivers course through green fields,
wearing down stones as old as
the world its self. How we move on and hide
the past, like the mellow ripples disguise the currents
that threaten to draw us down. Not you, the rest
those who have tasted sin, shaded their purity
with the darkness that locked out the Sun.
Copyright © Lucy Stewart-Clarke | Year Posted 2006
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