Nina's Hands

ToDay's Music reigns solemn.
newborn Trees wave, en parade, 
 April's emerald serenade sweeps stirred moist beads to 

Soul-steamed Songs
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I

long ago, (I was but a little child),

a necklace of tears grew,

 burnt within my chest;

You always knew; you understood, 

although we never spoke of its potency:

Eyes sufficed, yours of Sea, mine of Air;

your hypnotic Stories, ingenious visions, embraced my insomniac tears;

I believed you could do anything.

Only you held keys 

to unlock my Sleep's door.

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II

(I depart the Forest; my chanting Heart...)                                                                                                             

I weep as I meander home,

while silent Clouds view the Dream,

form awkward spectral ballet screams,

 toss tormented blackened Skies ....

Through fog-blurred eyes, I witness squalls:

Amazement propels me, howling, 

back into the buzzing Storm ....

I awake ? - still hypnotized,

I find me surrounded by hoarfrost -
Creatures;

My throat constricts;

My ears reach beneath tormented Air

to hear a speech produced by faeried caves;

My wanderings have too far moved me:

Who has moved me?
wakefulness: refuse-d to me?

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Morning maybes

always sliding;
Thy floating Light: my only clarity.
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I confess:  

my state of lassitude and sorrow;
my thoughts blend, a turbid brew of loss;
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I needed recollection, the Words I'd heard her say:

Her pale and ghastly hand outstretched, 

became a Jewel to fly me home;
I thank her; 

a tiny glittering gem Lights
 my child's wide SunMoon-kiss-ed eyes;
He smiles to see his mamma cry:
His hand, still smooth as babies' be
returns Joy to this Symphony,
cacaphony,
catastrophe,
this Joyful, aching game we play
My Heart may break a bit each Day;
no matter: play we must, to live,
this Gifted Life, too rich to waste a Moment lost in morbid Dreams
but now they find my open Mind
and haunt me as he sleeps...
again...

Morning maybes
always sliding;
Thy floating Light: my only clarity.


*for my Nina, with gratitude...I love you, miss you so..You live in me, and you live in him 

© CherylFaith Taylor 2013