Till the rivers run up backwards into the hills,
the ocean currents come to an abrupt standstill
and stars lose their bearings, planets drop dead, blacken,
I’ll never forget, never forget even then.
Till the clouds go purple in the face blowing hard
and the wild old trees quietly standing drop their guard,
the grass sheathes its blades, swaps places with the lichen,
I’ll never forget, never forget even then.
Till the north winds stop unspooling their razor wires,
and the springs stop water, the volcanoes their fires,
till the earth itself implodes and stops being earthen,
I’ll never forget, never forget even then.
You’re woven into my veins, there’s no moving on.
It’s you who glows under my skin, throbs in my bones.
Hari OM
ReplyDeleteOh my word, Nila - this could be a song for all who remember. Thank you, thank you, thank you... YAM xx
Oh yes.
ReplyDeleteMost definitely yes. Painfully yes. But that pain is tribute and testimony to a huge love.
never ever...even in dreams. Perfect poem
ReplyDeleteThat is very vividly never, ever.
ReplyDeleteHi Nila - 'Even Then' - you capture life's love ... excellent - all the best - Hilary
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