“After the Fire” by Christopher Raley
April 23rd, 2008 § Leave a Comment
When the wind had blown against the smoke
and cleared the valley,
the sun shone its light unveiled
until the storms came
and rain relieved the blackened hills
with the moist promise of green.
I believe I’m blinded by the things I’ve taught myself to see.
The days, the dreams, the thoughts curtain my eyes
while you search them for one sparkling attention.
Then I wake to find the years of us you hold,
not shown in age, but hidden for me alone;
our youth’s blossom not once taken,
not had and lost,
not dying.
