A Sapphire Song

 

     I look up sometimes upon a sapphire sky,

  and know that she is there,

          ‘at least.’

 

     I married an angel once,

she has a wisdom deep with frustration and anger,

   and of course, that sorrow that never has

respite or remedy; a true safe home where

  Worlds ‘should’ be championed to the Cosmos.

 

     She can be a ‘Grey’ or a Buff, Avian or, Dolphin -

  perhaps a Terrapin in search of crystal waters -

that bathe a shine now dulled from contamination

   by an ignorance of greed,

avarice that adorns a vacuous realm where once

     a man had heart.

 

         ‘he still has it if allowed his child in eye upon his queen – now stolen -

by an anger that, a Man’s sword too, is tarnished

                                             by a disrespect that dwells upon like squatter.’

 

     I married a Queen too, as well as Angel and Terrapin, Avian and,

          the Grey have a promise to uphold but therein,

  is the frustration ‘it’ cannot be deemed reality and is

already, nigh impossible.

 

     ‘and the Sun has not yet shone from Sirius B but I look, and hope.’

 

2.

 

     She is hiding, like when her head is turned away

to stifle her songful laughter and deny me the brightest smile on………

 

     ‘………..where am I now? And how is it the smile is

            made illegal to share (even amongst loved ones)?’

 

     I look again upon a Sapphire Sky and hope she

  is looking at me as like my heart, there is no such

measure of eye relief between my iris and pupil

and distant celestial object,

     the distance is too impossible but,

the probable of her knowing my sorrow at

   our separation is just as lightning fast as mine,

        and so slow to travel.

 

     I kissed her for the first time in five years,

I know it was a kiss, as she came to me

          for the hug that seemed so violent

              for the emotional need yet,

                   for the first time in our seventeen years of loving,

                          it was the gentlest, we both have been.

 

 

Michael J Waite for Nomalungelo – ‘The Stars, are eternal.’