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Lost and Found
I’ll always discover you
amid the heavy gray moving shadows,
the reek of poison flowers cloying
as the weeping, yellow chancre of the moon
blesses the dead land with its fitful horror,
in that blasted landscape against which
you burned like a lightning-struck tree.
I’ll always wait there alone
under the ice-violet twilight, with the sun
drooping into her bed and the lake shore
sprinkled with small round stones and shells,
mirroring all the emerging stars
so fantastically bright that I can see
the lines of my own empty palm.
I’ll always sleep, dreaming of you
in a welter of ash by a river saturated
with knives, my blood washing pinkish
down the languid water’s flowing course
on and on to the sea, past alien trees so ancient
their whispers are half absent-mindedness
and half a bittersweet love song to Death.
And I will always find you, eventually,
by the wide-cast edges of your soul, frayed
and re-knit solidly into my own, my heart
unearthed from the ashy river’s edge, and
the sweet, hungry scent of flowers and fire
you cast around me, your sudden grasp
of my outstretched hand as I smile in the dark.
© Elizabeth Vongvisith
from "Trickster, My Beloved: Poems for Laufey’s Son" (Asphodel Press,
2006)
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Twilight and Fire
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