Perle Champion

and I flew apart

could

the child said, gonna
be a bird when I grow up
then I’m gonna fly

couldn’t speak truth then
no need to hurry it then
my own baby bird

memories pulled from
the dark cellars of my mind
time has been so kind

to the once young wine
mellow now, each draught warms me
to my very core

silence broken by
the tick of time’s unsubtle
hands across it’s face

i am shadow and a little light

a little day and too much night

steps unsure on the new moon’s darkened path

lost

never talked directly to goddess or god

but i have had soliloquies in which

i think they listened.

if a me took every road proffered, and

if one day all those roads converged and

if each me pierced the veil between the worlds and

if we met face to face

what would be the sum of we

some don’t know the rules
pay mind to what you are for
not what you’re against

minds don’t discern if
you want it or don’t want it
its focus is it

and it you will have
adages have earned their age
ever proving true.

count the moments

til tomorrow

it will be here

soon enough

count the days until winter

it will come in its

own time

none the sooner for

your worry

recall the past

yes

call it back

no

change it

never

there are mouths and then there
are mouths and some
will talk for talking’s sake
of good or bad of true or not
and there are some who just forgot
and opened theirs when
they should not.

words are bombs
in the heat of moment they can fly
and the harm they cause goes
ever on
unlike men, words are immortal
they cannot die, only be forgiven

throughout the empty reach
of space
I reach
to catch the glimmer of a long
dead star
still shining down to reach
my eyes
and cause my mind to wonder
if somewhere in the infinite reach
of space
some child of mine as yet unborn
does reach
to catch the glimmer of a long
dead star
known to me
as sol