Thursday 15 March 2012

For Noah

For Noah

To me you were like the butterfly of a warm spring day
I dared not breathe lest you fly away
Gracing my anticipating skin on your way momentarily
For the brief and blessed time that you chose me

Young blossoms of spring can all testify
Of the beautiful things that too quickly die
For a short and glorious time here to bloom
All the more lovely for ending so soon

How many dark, cold winter nights I hoped to see your face
Bargains with malevolent gods as I prayed to take your place
I remember how delicate and perfect, the way you were made
Though 100 springs pass by, my memory of you will not fade

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