A Joyous Song (another poem by Bekki Ann)

Remember

when we used to watch the sunrise?

it was so happy there.

Smiles and feet sliding on ice,

Frozen fish pausing

Saving up their lives for Spring.

Purples, oranges, yellows, blues,

friendly clouds speaking only of the moment,

the reflection coming off the Sun River,

It so perfectly named.

 

…and YOU

with a voice so strong

and large,

like that of a lion

whose teeth are always bared

while grinning…

or speaking.

All are swallowed whole by it’s resonating

command.

beauty.

brilliance.

wisdom.

fear.

…darkness?

Should I be so afraid?

 

I did not know then

what I know now…

But even if I did, I would still listen to the melody.

Though it was never fully yours and you knew it,

We were of one heart then.

and

You spoke with such grace,

joy,

pain,

Your voice, head turning,

like a darkness-piercing song…

You, so perfectly named.

Poem Created From a Nostalgic Stupor by Bekki Ann

 

I am lost

Without my winged heart

It flies off to the trees and mountains,

the lakes and rivers,

the old summer nights,

the freedom of the air

as it crosses over the water

and cools you with a kiss.

 

I am lost

Without the reaching fingers

clouds that touch the edge of horizons

crackling pink and orange,

blue and purple

fading into the song of night

that beckons you to stay awake

to see what happens next.

 

I am lost

Without my glowing stars

each one of them a friend asking

“May we stay like this forever?”

burnt out before the question was even asked

before their light even touched my eyes

causing them to pour out the Missouri

and float so far away.

 

Ebbs and Flows.

Ebbs and Flows.

I am homesick

for a place that no longer exists.

Breathing in.

Breathing out.

I am homesick

for a time that barely was.

 

I am lost

Inside long tributaries

Roads that connect me

to dreams more solid than

those fingers reaching out

but my heart still takes me back

to a time when life seemed simpler

but not unlike the clouds.