Monday, November 5, 2012

Sea Canes (Inspired By Derek Wallcott)





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Some of my childhood friends are dead.
Besides memories and stories,
Nothing more can be done to that.
.
at times, I may snatch their words
from the vague surf's drone
through the canes, yet it's impossible
.
to undo everything,
Walking on the dark leaves of ocean
down the colorless road alone
.
The sea canes by the cliff appear green and silver,
They were the seraph lances of my faith.
out of what's missing grows something stronger.
.
I would have learned to love black days,
The black rain, the white hills, while once
I loved only my own happiness, and you.


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