Falling from the eves and chimney pipes I fluttered .
Floated like those autumn leaves.
Memories, whipped in the evening breeze .
My soul took flight.
Windy across foreign
Places, baren dusty spaces, where
I’ve lain my head to weep.
Dreamt and found you asleep.
Jeweled, sprawled a queen
Between the palms, sipping the nectar of words whispered
By that breeze.
Speaking softly in tongues long forgotten, while whisking flies.
We touched and you awoke.
A moment a memory in paradise lost.
Where we nibbled wisdom, ate sweet dates, laughed as lovers do.
Wait wait wait for what of this worth is ours to keep?
When life calls, I answer,
„Sleep!“ let me dream on.
Exotic caravans of incense and myrrh.
Spice in dusty cracks, is my dry desire.
In all this, what takes the call?
The call to rise above, to move beyond the pain filled fire.
Fill us searchers of the soul unseen.
End this march towards the funeral pyre.
Liam October 2017