Wednesday, May 15, 2013

I dreamed I apprehended in a strand

I dreamed I apprehended in a strand
of hair her glorious name spelled a way
that I couldn't recognize. Her soft hand
pronounced the graphemes of a prayer
in another language. I couldn't say
what I had seen yet hoped to immortalize
her grace and beauty. The ruin and decay
of diacritical marks confused the wise
men enmeshed in scripture. I've devised
a script aspiring to give broad fame
to her eyes and lips, for to eternalize
her image beyond myself. Her old names
surround me and the poems can't subdue
my feeling as I imagine her renewal.

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