Something like a Diamond Sun

Updated on April 5, 2017

A violet breeze was once tempted
to whisper for a wooden tree
I had seen them
pouring their hushed glee
onto a spilled shadow beneath…
This was a long time ago
because when my eyes closed,
He had his own shadow and
the wind was in his sun-bleached hair

Silencing the paper birds,
He lets me breathe life into his heart
A beginning that could never end…
We buried our souls gently
in a kingdom unbound
They blossomed high, entwining
Our wonder so unmasked
made us laugh and revel in it
We will keep us safe like this
We will live like this forever
In our kingdom unbound…

A drop of time falls- on that day
a seeker took the road alone.
I read his book in my ink
His life bleeding quietly,
a precious ichor
painting my pale reality
and the beholder in me

He’d been dreaming, that last time,
dreaming of burning boats
and his defeated demons,
when the others came for him…
Those riders without faces
His flinty blue eyes flared
but they were far too many
He was sinking in my garden
so they took him away
and made him wings.

This winter did not dream
I walk in my space,
sipping emotions in train
Gathering flowers
in my heart for their safety
Some are so beautiful,
they are not for me
but my gaze lingers
until they are taken or
wither for a tale

The parched unloved sunsets
finally forgave me with a smile
thus ending a weary spell.
Raising their glasses in relief, they
forgot to remember in their loyalty
and so I lost all the stones in my pockets
on my way to an old well.

The Autumn leaves began to fall
when they heard me coming
In my eye, the gold had
returned to his hair, alighting
a less lined face – his presence
draped in tender dusk,
as the diamond sun sparkled
behind the branches…

I feel his mind
beginning to smile…
the melody of it rising
in fervor within mine,
the infinite familiar waves
crashing on my rough shores
once again…

It begins with a character, usually, and once he stands up on his feet and begins to move, all I can do is trot along behind him with a paper and pencil trying to keep up long enough to put down what he says and does.”

— William Faulkner


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      Jamie Lee Hamann 13 months ago from Reno NV

      Wow...I love the video and the Faulkner quote. Well done. Jamie