A leaf-shaped flash of light on my face;
another morning of loveliness
like a moment that won't erase
a single thing.
Listening to music as if it were birds singing;
at dawn your voice is sparkling—
static, ecstatic. The jagged outlines
of forgotten coasts, drifting into everything.
In polaroids I saw you, a ghost:
simple and pure, the fresh fall of snow
was upon you?—?a cleanness to your skin —
untouchable, somehow.
I would like to disappear
into the faerie ring of floating flies
that dance so gold in virgin light.
I'd be the seedlings that swirl on the ground,
returning to earth for another hour.
If I found you, we'd be roses in winter,
withering.
Almost, you can see the mountains:
swathes of greyish shadows, spectres —
remembering you as they sink from view,
a strange decay of beautiful.
I would like to disappear, like you,
lost in the sun glitters of other mornings,
mornings soft with dying dew.
Maria Rose Sledmere
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mourning-song/
