© Candice James, Poet Laureate Emerita
New Westminster, BC CANADA
I look at the silver stars
at the white and blue reach of the snow falling at my feet.
I feel the chill of ice climbing into me
at the wrinkled edge of night.
Everything brings you to me,
scents, sounds, gemstones,
vehicles that transport you
on the pathway leading to me;
leading to you; leading you to me;
to the heart of my heart that is you.
There is no fading,
no dissolving, no dimming,
no forgetting, no amnesia,
no beginning, no ending
where you and I are concerned.
A serendipitous madness
hiding under the bruised lip of the wind
tosses and turns your image
inside out; upside down;, washes you ashore
and deposits you into the jagged crevices
of my cracked and torn heart
I remember the longing, the sweet, sweet sorrow;
you, climbing into my heart
and hiding in the cold of my broken soul,
igniting the tangled roots of my lost days and nights
bringing me alive, again and again.
There is no fading,
no dissolving, no dimming,
no forgetting, no amnesia,
no beginning, no ending
where you and I are concerned.