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Array ( [sid] => 148242 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => unmoved (an old man's dreams) [time] => 2009-02-28 23:33:52 [hometext] => always, abraham [bodytext] => Together, our hearts were the sounds of sand shifting quietly across the desert sky as the sun rose with roaring thunder and poured the blood and glory of the morning storm over the western sea.

I remember well the white and violet moment of your birth, your quiet fear dispersing in the pitch and wails of crowded, snowy hours, stretching your eyes sideways to catch my smile at the rivers of your red blond hair.

My hands trembled the first time I held you, closed gently and in fear of your frailty, trembling even as you showed the strength of your fingers, trembling now though you are long departed and unmoved by an old man’s dreams.

What is the love that cannot touch you, the windows of your tears held before you to know the vast uncertainty of the morning sky, dabbled lights above you that pierced the shallows of your eyes?

I dreamed the window rained the simple nature of your hands, where larger, sterile hands supported you, and the lights of an ever-growing city painted the spring sky blue of your eyes a hazel and auburn flush, and you were growing older, and unafraid of love.
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unmoved (an old man's dreams)

Contributed by iodinelove on Saturday, 28th February 2009 @ 11:33:52 PM in AEST
Topic: Grief



Together, our hearts were the sounds of sand shifting quietly across the desert sky as the sun rose with roaring thunder and poured the blood and glory of the morning storm over the western sea.

I remember well the white and violet moment of your birth, your quiet fear dispersing in the pitch and wails of crowded, snowy hours, stretching your eyes sideways to catch my smile at the rivers of your red blond hair.

My hands trembled the first time I held you, closed gently and in fear of your frailty, trembling even as you showed the strength of your fingers, trembling now though you are long departed and unmoved by an old man’s dreams.

What is the love that cannot touch you, the windows of your tears held before you to know the vast uncertainty of the morning sky, dabbled lights above you that pierced the shallows of your eyes?

I dreamed the window rained the simple nature of your hands, where larger, sterile hands supported you, and the lights of an ever-growing city painted the spring sky blue of your eyes a hazel and auburn flush, and you were growing older, and unafraid of love.




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Re: unmoved (an old man's dreams) (User Rating: 1 )
by Fern on Saturday, 23rd October 2010 @ 09:03:50 AM AEST
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This is a FABULOUS poem. I say that, not knowing for sure exactly what the poem is saying. My guess is: an older man is reflecting on the wonder and the beauty of the birth of his child. If so, I applaud that thought. I watched MY son come into the world, and I could not hold back the tears. What a miracle birth is. And how beautifully and how intelligently you have expressed your thoughts in this piece. If my interpretation is incorrect, so be it. The poem is beautiful simply on it's face!




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