Alternate reality,
Manifestation of impossibilities,
Absolute seduction
Of my finest dreams -

No comparison shall ever
Speak the names
Of yesterday’s
Treacherous path;

Oh, I shall not.

That today’s brilliant fibers
Should shine luminous
Under a storm-ridden Sun;

That on present whispers
Should flow such swollen rivers
Robust of adoration,
Devotion and love;

Whose fingers in my hair
Should find the silk of
A woman felled by love,
A woman transported
From fated winter ice
To the favor of youth
In a new spring.

These are the markers
Of a turned world,
A million de ja vu’s
In the early melt
Of a long frozen vein.

01/28/2012