Filament Dreams
And even if I see
the bright blinding bulb
that lights up your hovel;
should I hide
behind your apron strings
that tie themselves
in gordian knots,
tunneling through my knitted
heart..
Why do you confuse me so?
It was a lovely monday
when I first saw you
Irish and sweet.
The air must have been
such a blessing
for I raised my indolent eyes
and cast my eyes
all-wondrous
at your simple gait.
Months might have galloped
like an Ethiopian
doing his daily task,
scuffing his heels in the harsh
sands..
sands that i would gladly walk on
just to reach your seat of power.
And when i reached the finish line
you were there
and I saw you smile
like a cute athlete who
suddenly learnt that
dimples...were the best thing
that God hath wrought.
We took that ticker tape
and it was our ring
the knot that bound
us in pain, misery
and salient joy.
Wind in my face
sunlight in your eyes
just two birds in the auburn sky.
Even when i flew the coop
and left the nest
you kept me alive
my 24-hour call center
my soul's chicken soup
you were.
But one stormy day
the hail finally fell
and i was succulent picking
for the Gods of Irony
the chill still feeds on me today
as my every fibre
recalls when your words
once a elixir, now
a thorn so sharp
and true.
Now you appear
as a wraith
sometimes here
other times like the
lost origin of chainmails
and when i recall ..
all those days in the sun
now the shadow have moved in
and leaving me in downtime,
one hovel and a naked bulb.
