sunburnt and parched I stumble
into the oasis' world of dreams
in the chilled reflection of the thirst pond
my grandfather laughs
there, his kindly wrinkled skin
grey blue eyes I mistook for my own
a voice I was never destined to know
ripples like a memory over the water
he speaks a language familiar to our bones
strange words of a woman taled in legend
an Indian squaw caught in a love spiraling her
away from a world closer to the heavens and earth
his own unknown grandmother
I am striped with love and hate
violet reds and charcoal blue
thick layers of I-can't-do-this
and foolish wish
yet mostly
there is you.
what is this mirage, the sly portending
from a man dead before my own five decades
brought daylight to the blues of my soul?
such devotion...
a splash frames the muted shade
in revery's restless change
above I imagine a crow caws
a shiny trinket appears
a thick gold circle that once held
impressions from his hands
flakes from his skin, his odor, his goodness
details I was never destined to know
yet revealed in the mysteries and wealth
of love's magic potion brought by the night
the oracle
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Thank you Alfred for these lovely words
~R~