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Eleven Eleven

by Richard Vince

Beloved child, I have found a way
To conjoin words just like
You used to: there is a
Sadsweetmemory waiting just beneath
The waves, hidden by reflected
Moonlight, waiting for the right
Voice to seduce it into view.

Are these the days of miracle
And wonder? Or did the lasers
In the jungle burst the bubble?
Perhaps it is your oceansoul,
Beloved child, that secretly
Floods the world, drowns city
And country in siren song.

Perhaps I want to share memories
With you because you are
One of them: we never had our
Sweet sorrow, so there are a thousand
Goodbyes waiting here for you,
Two thousand rusty eyes staying open
In case you reappear.

You left us words, heartlegacy,
Souldiamonds, but I am afraid
To read in case they are not
Enough, in case they merely outline
The void where you once stood,
Towering over the rest of us,
Head in clouds, arms in lightning.

So all I can do is make a wish,
The same wish as always, just as you
Showed us: that your belovedchildheart
Is full of joy, and that it feels
The love that we still fling
In all directions in the hope
That it finds you well.

01/09/2019

Author's Note: For Aiko, inevitably. With thanks to Paul Simon for inadvertently planting part of the second stanza in my mind.

Posted on 01/28/2019
Copyright © 2019 Richard Vince

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