How many scenes do I touch?
Do I love the lone moon
among the ancient stars?
The wind was lashing the trees,
bullets were striking the alarm
and a million flowers
trembled in the distance . . .
The man with the beard
raved in vain
about love and necessity.
I looked over the valley for a friend,
found nothing except some exotic trees
bending beautifully to seduce the sky.
The dead could not keep
from dying again
and the innocent hearts
had failed to ‘never compromise’
How many paintings burned
that night in the forest?
After the ashes, the chanting and the painful release,
there was no returning.
I filled my glass with song.
I wrote letters to my morbid mind
and mistook to all for God.
Nobody spoke, nobody carried
the muse in their smiles.
When we see the end, will we know it for sure
like we do a broken limb, or even,
the first smells of spring?
Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Poetry WLU – A University Arts Journal”, 1990 under the pseudonym of Jocelyn Kain (aka Allison Grayhurst)
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