JAPANESE SYMPHONY: 7th MOVEMENT, ‘NEVER GONE’
i shall tell you something,
i shall whisper it:
she is not gone.
that echoed voice,
that memory:
her touch still
as it flows by.
that sudden bloom of feeling:
the turn of her love
towards you.
unlocked from time
we inhabit all our moments,
all our dearest places.
free of this small gravity
radiant as sun and moon
unburdened by horizons,
shade or shadow.
ever in each past,
each future, each present.
become bed and mother
of all indwelling,
scented on every breeze,
blossoming and blossoming
and blossoming eternal.
each pulse is hers, each step,
each tear, each smile.
she is not gone.
we are not gone.
closer than heartbeats,
closer than breath,
the air and whisper of existence,
(as we ever were,
as you ever are).
for but a tragic instant
hedged and deluded,
sweet prison of expression:
a whisper before it leaves the mouth,
before it finds a home.
we should sit down
and weep,
speak of nothing else
but silence,
nothing but the moments.
she is returned
blessing all things
with memories,
with joys and pains,
all the sharp is-ness
of bodies.
jewels to pass down,
fuel for futures.
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