THE ARRIVAL

COPYRIGHT (c)2008, by Carlos E. Mijares Poyer


In the sky
the wingèd arrows swing
in peers of light-

the anemone delights
a one-tone rainbow as fallen
in the deepest of blue oceans.

I do see you coming-
far away,
sparrows cajole trees and imaginings
in a home a candle-light suffers time
and the arrival of new beginnings.

Lately, as it seems
one has commenced rituals
and foreseen desires and world theatres

I can not begin to impress a thing
as my own link
to that which has been

and approaches, softly...

Not even the subtle movement of air-as-rain
comprehends the careful tenements of this end
or its quiet advance

The wind carries the same elements
untouched by fingers or eyes

and the dream conjures
it always interprets

and conjures/.../