A Beautiful Moment

 

He turned the dial on the radio. Another voice took over, silenced the demon. This voice scorched through his skin from surface to core. Notes rose, touched the ceiling and dropped to the floor. The alto voice admonished and enchanted as the lyrics hugged father and daughter. Nina Simone, “The High Priestess of Soul” punched the tiny room with passion and spirit, nestled herself into every corner, tucked her soul into each cupboard and drawer.

Fathers and Daughters

 

I’ll cradle you in my arms like a small child sleeping

Holding fast to your lost flesh

Your once muscular body, feather- weight, gone

Your heart beat, silent

As I carry your ashes home

Where is home?

An island, Vancouver, Toronto, Australia?

It is anywhere we were, anywhere we are.

 

It is time to set you free

To know with certainty, you’ll return

In a child’s gentle touch or a stranger’s crooked smile

In a fairy tale mention of an ever- after land

In a scotch and water moment.

 

I am resolute; I’ll find the perfect spot

To lay you down to rest

A place where first light surprises darkness

On the razor edge of time

When Moon kissed Sun.

 

A sturdy tree your marker, a shelter from the wind

Yes, I remember. You sailed through storms.

A tree trunk to support me

As I collapse into the folds

The strength I seek, not found

I loved this man who died.

 

My charm, a ruthless hunter

I wish you back to life

My arms an anchor hitch to hold your heart

I beg you, “Say it.”

Speak the words you kept from me

In turn I’ll share a moment

Of a time you slept unaware

I whispered in your ear,”You are a good man.”

I kissed your forehead

Walked into our good-bye.

 

You say, “Hush.”

Rain mixes with our tears; I bow my head and crumble

And tell you, the years have been long

That I miss us; I’m sorry and know that you are, too

I speak love over and over

Love. Love. Love.

Until we believe it

Until you show it

 

You’re not here.

 

My fingers claw the earth

To find each broken bit that was once you

I’ll assemble you from pieces, return you to the day

Hold on closer than before

I ask you, wait for me.

 

Time has made me wiser

Aware of all I’ve lost

So I’ll tuck you in a pocket

Make you of myself.

 

And when it’s hard to sleep

I’ll offer you back to the night

Toss you to the sky

Sing a lullaby to the stars: this man with the gentle soul,

bless his broken heart.

 

My words form our story

Tender lyrics soothe your soul

A song of mercy

Sung from the book of grace

And I won’t forget to finish that which you could not:

to remember to hold each other up.

 

You must leave

I hear the rustle of wings, marvel at your strength

You glance back, see me wave

Soar heavenward.

 

The eyes of the deer watch me

I close my eyes to pray

Lift my palms skyward and whisper,

“This is the holding of a father and his daughter.”

 

It is time to leave you

See. I am walking away with all of my strength

I am almost there.

 

I am singing. If you listen you will hear me.

x

 

~ Family

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Second Star

You are a dose of agelessness

A place where time stands still

My second star to the right

A slice of Neverland

And when doubt tore my wings

Leaving me stranded on the edge of imagination

You reached back and said, “Roadtrip.”

 

~ Letters Tied With Ribbon

Storms

 

He was my storm

I was his shelter

He, with dagger and compass

I, with torn heart

Stood stone still

A bringer of darkness

I was his light

Shipwrecked and broken

I picked his ruins

Salvaged the grit and the glass

He shivered from fever

I lit the fire

As he dreamed of ships in the night

Of sirens and seas, of pirates and plunder

I polished his pieces, held shards to light

Disturbed and addicted to Aigaios’ charm,

He swanned in the clutches of tempests

I swayed with symphony and sound

He was my storm

I was his shelter

Or was it the other way round?

 

~ Oceans and Storms

 

Paeonia

 

I disagreed.

 

The legends and the myths

Whispered tales of romance and honour

Apparitions in the mystic

Saw Apollo hand the flower to Paeon

While Asclepius, in a flash of rage threatened murder

It’s said that Zeus saved the mortal Paeon, turned him into an exquisite flower

That mischievous nymphs hid in petals

Of Moon Goddess magic which charmed Peony

Who in turn, reflected moonbeams into darkness

 

And you said, “Darlin. Don’t believe in inexplicable things.”

 

The Dream Room

It’s All Temporary

Close your eyes, darlin’

Rest your weary head

Choose the slow lane to the middle of night

Collect your stars and far away things

Linger in the moments

Til I edge you back to dawn

~ Grace Writes