Perfumed Memories
I see the friend I met twelve years ago
in every soccer game
in every player.
Ribbon in the Sky now sings our voices
echoing an old duet.
Gentle breezes carry perfumed memories of his embrace,
twice swollen with kisses
seven years ago.
I still feel him easing broken hearts,
telling me he loved me with language louder than words ...
... words I wished to say ...
... words I wish he'd heard ....
Two years ago
The bullet shredded my heart with his
... the pain
alive with every backfire,
with every bang,
with every love
that slips
away.
4th of July
Kathleen Antonia © 1997
Fire rains down
From the Holocaust of Heaven
Searing foe and friend
Before the dying of my eyes
And you cheer the sparkle
Of the flames that consume me
Touch the urn that binds me
Blinds me
Find me!
While you laugh, I cry
You take my hand
And smile at the sky
The boom thrills you
The fear chills you
It never kills you
Mortars sever freedom
In the assault on Heaven
Halving foe and friend
Before breath inhales life's prime
I cheer the sparkle
Of the Life that consumes you
While I laugh, you cry
I take your hand
And smile at the sky