alsaba to starchild

starchild,

Perfumed of fable ruins
when in vision's eyes everything is history

and you, leaf to your hand, could travel
the scented destinations

in the crevice of a swan's heart
but only if not to return-- as once there

there forever and it can't be faked or ignored
when faraway sights blur

though you see worms in the sun
of stain corpse and the nestling of birds--

and being born in the continuities
of stars you see clouds

from constellations, milky
of beginning mornings with the nestling of birds

and you begin again always in dreams,
crevice of a swan's heart

or its intestines serpentine from light
and love like yours is love in one's shadow--

break of light on the branch or the split
of sky stomach, when from inside

out the chamber of bird
flocks here together and there, taking you

through your lonely imaginings and walks
in parks by the dormancy of benches

as families casually part
and you, child in the leaf-blown chamber,

you'll lay in your staring all day wondering
how it all fell communion.

alsaba