days of passage | |
In the days of the strong | |
when you and I | |
were still tensile flesh | |
cast in confident gold | |
our voyage, dreams we would name; | |
raising our confident sails | |
tacking the wind at the world's edge | |
we cried laughter, lived echoes, | |
promised forever, | |
and named future our offspring. | |
In the time of the journey | |
you and I'd | |
proudly measure | |
our wingspans as one, | |
taking turns in each other's safe shadows; | |
staked our maps with the ends of the earth, | |
dreamed odysseys, wilderness, solitude, | |
scorned messengers, | |
practiced monologues and soliloquies | |
and raised strife to troubled adulthood. | |
In the season of passing | |
we kept | |
contempt's company, | |
clawed to die daily, | |
our worlds hungry for sacrifice | |
we'd thirst to oblige with each other, | |
cloak words in sharp symbols, | |
hide hands secretly washed, | |
and bury hope's last soft breath | |
in the shadows of separate alibis. | |
© Jon Bohrn (2000) |