71.2 under the moon that cried to sleep

Billy Joe
Joined: 6:30 PM - Jan 24, 2010

11:53 PM - Oct 09, 2018 #1

under the moon that cried to sleep

carrying our shoes in the dark
she walks into my dream 
her hair let down like a drawbridge

her pace slow, automaton-like
a wind from her eyes
a long train from her dress reaches into blinding light

my mother appears with casts on her arms
still reaching out from a farm in Beech, Iowa
with jewels and forgiveness

like a gazelle in a lions grip
like the infinite goodbyes a mother will say
in a prayer she's learned by heart 
"I hear the wind blow,
And I feel that it was worth being born
just to hear the wind blow."

~Fernando Pessoa, from “Uncollected Poems”