I can see you all so clearly, phantoms
Flickering round the fire.
Bodies glittering in the light, laughter
Spiraling through the air.
I can feel the sweet rustic woodsmoke
Wrapping embers in my hair,
I can breathe the memories clearly
Until you’re all once again
Little bits of gold
Hidden in the trees;
Honeyed twigs and branches
Unfurling fronds of greenery, dripping from the breeze
Sunlight touches everything, hiding
precious metals in the trees.
pine-shells and mud clumps, rivers and vines
I like you now and love you all of the time
silvering skies, blossoming eyes
the rivers that run through my heart seek a prize
i speak to the mountains, they chuckle and sigh
the treetops wave down at the seas with delight
feathers and roots, charred logs and sticks
my dear, i’m wholly in love with your rhetoric.
There is such a strong memory in me
concrete and water
the buzzing of the trees, the steaming of the leaves
i can feel the rough-stone against my hands, the wet bricks lapped by endless sands
the tumbling shadows through the branches, currents caught by the wilder-man
i hear the scraping of the twigs, the breaking rustle of their twins
no one can remove this energy