27 Oct Dear John
Posted at 21:24h
in Poems
Dear John
Under a willow tree
Up to your knees
In the river of the east
Flowing like the honey
Locusts come to drink
The world wants to know what you think
Oh, I want to know what you think
Dear John
Girded in camel’s hair
I said all is fair
When it comes to love
Not according to above
Is what you said
And I sought to rid you of your head
And I sought to rid you from my head
In my head spinning fierce
Searching your eyes of glass
Heavy from the weight of death
Heaving with the prince’s breath
Clenching tight in a fist he grasps
Clumps of your hair showing the last prophet
Searching for life at last
Dear John
Floating so still in place
So still the silver plate
Haunts my dreams
Lips moving and almost seem
To speak inches from my face
And to thunder-drums my daughter dances
Barely dressed save for willow branches
She moves for death and to spare her mother
Another opportunity to repent in my ways
In my ways through the years
Rose a highway from the ground
A riverbed knit from wilderness
And fades in grey in every kiss
Until that virgin path you had found
Washed away as you were bound and killed
Washed away without a sound
Dear John
Fear not the fall of night
They will bury you upright
And your head will go in flight
As it follows furious light
Never replaced
As the rumble of drums slowed its pace
My daughter sealed our final days
Your blood had flowed and went cold
And still I never forgot your face