(IN TRIBUTE TO ANN FRANK)
Tread softly, tread softly,
boots marching to the thud
Of a cobblestoned beat.
Tramp upon, beat upon
Tramp upon, beat upon
a huddled figure in breathless
darkened ruins impaled.
Tread softly, more, more softly.
She clutch ravenous dreams
She clutch ravenous dreams
toward emaciated glow.
She raises her delicate head, her stalked,
She raises her delicate head, her stalked,
fragile-stemmed neck, raises her woman- child
limbs emaciated by hunger.
Tramp upon, beat upon, softly.
tread most softly.
Glistening bridges, water furtively stealing
Glistening bridges, water furtively stealing
through treacherous nights.
This night it is after night, it is morning,
This night it is after night, it is morning,
it is after morning. It is night again.
I will walk and run and laugh and dance
over bridges curved in sunny air,
bitter salt of the great ocean
patiently throbbing.
I will walk, I will run
patiently throbbing.
I will walk, I will run
Spun into green-core earth.
Arrows pierce a woman's heart in still,
Arrows pierce a woman's heart in still,
chilled sleep.
She spins, antique bird of velvet
She spins, antique bird of velvet
in a carpeted night.
I looked for the world everywhere
But I did not find it.
Child-woman resting now,
sleeping now peaceful now,
suspended beyond beloved bridges
suspended beyond beloved bridges
in hazy dusky glow.
I still believe that people are good
I still believe that people are good
painting by Stephanie anna lightsmith. Poetry by Ilana Haley
ReplyDeleteTouching and so human. Your heart is so deep to understand this the way you do, my precious friend.
ReplyDeleteThank you my friend. Have a happy year full of love and light and may the Lord bless you with his goodness. Love you. Ilana
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