Bewildered, shown mercy -
just in time
For the closing curtain
To fall.
In water,
Out of trouble now, we held hands as
Remarkable changes made impressionistic differences
On various faces, ,
(or otherwise) .

My face, blushed -
my space to move in, limited -
I'd met up with a certain friend
Still transient, from a distant past.

Angelina sat up with me to watch
Angels and terrific performances
On the stage of Existence in front of us.
We had both sat
In a dignified way, of sorts,
Expecting a movie of our lives
Presented to us
By the lingering flicker
Of movements.
They were joined together, playing on the reel-to-reel
revealing a further book of mysteries,
Closer now to segments of dreaming, more startling
Than the flutter of breath I felt on my shoulder.
(I saw a still-life image of a wooden bowl
Filled with various oranges
As reality became a blur.
After some moments, these memories entered into the slow
Expanse where you and I lay, entranced.
Flat back onto our backs, hearts pounding,
aware of each other, somewhere==but "Who are you? "
I asked again, in from under the stillness.
"memory returns in the smallest places, " some
Messenger whispered
In my half-lit dreaming.

With the audacity of budding skill and trust
I touched
Your familiar hand,
Then a ripple seemed to appear.
It upset the night
as I sensed a slender figurine of a dark, tall
And darkly-dressed shadow
In the form of your body with a different face,
raised nearly beside candles that bent with their flame,
taking away the memory of my name
From me,
In a wordless seperation and passing, of all semblance of the
World beyond, in the quiet night of the living.

by Thomas Bates

Comments (3)

best poem in the earth about mother nature
Nature is both creator and destroyer. It is the father and it is the mother. Great effort.
Love it :) Klee hurling gl for; / bf b’ll/n Lott/b; o web