My brain too long has had the sound
and shape and nerve
of breathless requiems.
I want to feel my own rebirth
in time and space come throbbing through
the tips of each finger,
flooding my dry veins with rich green sap
and giving me new sight
to every sense;
making me whole again.
I want to feel my spirit as before
rippling with joy
and dancing through my skull,
so that, merged in adoration with my soul,
I may once more have that power
to fill my cup of life and love
and find this consummation
in her arms.
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 5:09 PM UTC
My brain too long has had the sound
and shape and nerve
of breathless requiems.
I want to feel my own rebirth
in time and space come throbbing through
the tips of each finger,
flooding my dry veins with rich green sap
and giving me new sight
to every sense;
making me whole again.
I want to feel my spirit as before
rippling with joy
and dancing through my skull,
so that, merged in adoration with my soul,
I may once more have that power
to fill my cup of life and love
and find this consummation
in her arms.
This is one of the poems just published in my collection of verse with annotated social, personal, and political comment, entitled Uncultured Pearls, available on Amazon.
