Thursday, March 29, 2012

All day you've been linked by the light

Since we’re not young, weeks have to do time
for years of missing each other. Yet only this odd warp
in time tells me we’re not young.
Did I ever walk the morning streets at twenty,
my limbs streaming with a purer joy?
did I lean from any window over the city
listening for the future
as I listen here with nerves tuned for your ring?
And you, you move toward me with the same tempo.
Your eyes are everlasting, the green spark
of the blue-eyed grass of early summer,
the green-blue wild cress washed by the spring.
-- a. rich




acuff said...

holy moly Kaneetah!!!!!! this is so beautiful my love. thank you.

amanda allen said...

beautiful portraits Miss Parks!