I both KNOW and LOVE
As a precious child,
You
gathered rainbows:
‘Beautiful
prisms
In a curved pose’
Perfecting their colors,
One by one,
You lifted
their loveliness
Back towards the sun…
Such arcuate
grandeur,
Bejeweled
by the moon;
Imbibes dappled
star-light,
Ignites threads of June.
I watch
you swim softly
Through summer’s
long stretch;
Moonbeams
rouse fireflies,
But none
could we catch…
Daydreams
turn vapid,
Grasping
tendrils of dusk;
We hear twilight’s
last breath;
(It’s parting
seems brusque).
When morning arose,
It
brought taut, somber skies,
And hinted
at mysteries;
Once sodden,
twice dry.
In vain,
I test secrets
That still
pass us by;
Too small
to summon cirrus clouds,
We’ll never know why…
Poem
written by L.P.-G.c. June 2026
