Imperishable
thoughts roll down like shadows
cast
By plump translucent pearls, unstrung and softly glinting, Lit, litmus-like, a random dance of raindrops lingers on A window shade, tremulous. Filtered now, thus The evening sun and flowers bloom in his garden we once shared. Now, prismatic glass distills the seasons, refracting shards from Times astringent flow. Blending embers in a bottle, Sweet elixir, sharp reminders, echoed laughter made of tears. And the Rose he planted once, tempered now, By all the reasons, still sits on a window sill, AIDS Hotline and key, echoing his distant call: Come see! Imperishable thoughts, From the depths of an empty room. |