Even the hollow reed voices across sand, dry plains, <br />Startling lilt, notes we can remember. <br />We can forget. Forgetting is our salvation, <br />Not reincarnation. <br />When memory is destroyed, we are spared <br />Thorns, destiny. <br />No further life. <br />Peace be with you. <br />With you, Father. <br /> <br />To each the choice, known, unknown, of what the <br />Heart can render. Rending forever, keeping us <br />Worn, sworn to earth, dust. <br />Do not erect stones for me, they would keep me <br />Company. I did not have companionship in <br />Life, why plague the stones at sunset? <br />Cover me with thorns, as in life, one reed, <br />One drum. I clutch music of death, <br />No salvation, yet reincarnation. <br />You are in peace. Let me. <br />Remember me. <br />Remember. <br /> <br />Who would leave their bed of winter's night <br />To light dark's ice with wax candle? <br />Not you, priest... <br />Bound by law to the body, not soul's grief <br />Or expansion. <br />Bound to limit the soul in one direction. <br />Denial of reed and drum leads voices, <br />In canto, to ceilings. <br />Captured. Tonal. <br />Never twice on key. <br /> <br />To each a choice...thorn, dulled thorn. <br />Thorn nonetheless. <br />Vine. Rose. <br />What redemption after salvation? <br />Can salvation be redeemed? <br />Must it, should it, by who's hand... <br />Long the vine, short the rose. <br />Together...vining rose of headstones <br />Rendering hollowness in winter's <br />Dark ice. <br />For you who remember... <br />A candle.<br /><br />elysabeth faslund<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/allegra-2/
