Blood Bound
my love
Runs deep
I breathe in your breath
Move in your shadow
Your clothes,
the striped Shirts
multi-colored
Bowties – your smile
my smile
*
You stand we all look up
You speak we listen
Fight and Struggle
With your Obstinate
Convictions
And hidden desperation
You are both
man and god
Too mercurial to be the father
We seek
*
Cesars too must die
once they are done conquering their world
incessantly marching, declaiming
they lose strength, tire, abate
Objective Reality
seeps in
like gas overtaking
Limb by limb
anguish subsides
*
Worthy your Vision
Momentary your Life
you too my Cesar, moved on
and are missed
*
Painting by Frances Oberbeck
Heartfelt!
love it,
do we really die?
I love your work, keep it up I am so happy you started your blog,
All the best to you and your family.
davide
Thank you Davide, so good to hear from you here! Yes I do think we really die for a moment, that transition, after I do not know what we turn into, but there is a moment we “die” before we “move on”.
The line “your smile, my smile” really stuck me because I hadn’t realized this before. Maybe because the eyes and the mouth are so connected when we smile. Your eyes are so full of light and Uncle Gaby’s so piercing. Yet, the smile shared is undeniable.
Yes dear Sylvia, it is only recently that I too discovered the resemblance…it was his teeth that gave it away…So good to read you here, thank you!
More beauties from your pen and heart!
Thank you Gena, your appreciation means so much to me.
tres touchant. surtout apres toutes ces annees ou il n’etait plus vraiment “là”, qu’il te manque maintenant ton cesar… toi aussi tu as moved on.
Amenon! Qu’il fait bon de te lire! De te savoir la, si près…