In My Arms

These hands are not my hands,

How could they be

Baby blue, holding you

Swaddled, unmoved—

The wind was yours to claim,

I saw it, this past

Flowing reality of moments undone,

Webbing through existence see

You run, you sing

Let the ground give

Let the earth quake

And all rejoice, your howl

Resonant rebound through vibrant fields

Life, how I saw thee fly—

Impossible to reconcile

This motionless reality

To the beauty of my memory:

Where do you sleep?

Advertisements

9 thoughts on “In My Arms

  1. You deal with death so lovingly here. It is cast in beauty
    Nice Chris

    Best on those studies

    and welcome!!!

    Moonie hugs

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s