Lavender, Sunshine & Honey
Four Sonnets
Prelude
Through the sieve of the night to dawn you come.
Rollicking in the hillocks, your tempest
unfurls the bedsheets and sets me trembling.
I want so much to endure more than what I can.
There was an intense complexity,
or so I thought, in you and your own,
but now I suspect we are not so.
I'd like to think I am a complex thing,
but you stripped me like a flaky birch.
You'd like to think the same, but
I am a lot more clever than I reveal.
Sometimes, I wonder if we are much more
than anything we understand about each other.
Perhaps it doesn't matter. I am just wondering.Lavender
Watch how I dance in my own night,
ruddy apostate of your longing,
know how bad you'll fuck it up
as you watch me twirl and cackle.
Some summer nights are like this:
a great revenge against all the winters before,
and when the great gold fire roars,
some summer nights grow listless.
The crickets blister while the frogs glisten.
The scent of lavender permeates everything.
When the uncertain stars begin to vanish,
we know a night is ended.
Sometimes we cannot remember all the people
all our summers were passed alongside cackling.Sunshine
Unearthed am I, charmed to meet you
in a sunny hot bedroom beside me
while yesterday catches up and
our dreams dissipate like your sudden breath.
There is a grey cloud today overhanging the city and my home.
Yesterday, the sun reigned glory on all the living things.
I have been wandering, exhausted, often a kind of delirious.
In the cozy place I can sometimes be found, I enjoy a fair meal.
This morning, I was recalling the past. I am known to recall the past,
for better or worse.
Sunshine inevitably fractures a merciless wind. Sometimes,
I enjoy a good merciless wind that fractures the peace of dawn.
It is reviving, to feel a tempest where otherwise one
might expect the harsh and cozy star.Honey
Isn't there a language in effort? What is the dialect of persistence? How to make a thing understand by way of hopeless devotion to the bit? When I am writing about an abstraction, but then honey and the taste of honey intrude, it is troublesome to recompense a thought. Sometimes, we just don't know how to behave. Outside, a hundred lives are singing. I hear the effort of their truth above my own. Perhaps that is why, when I fell apart, I did not care enough to right myself so soon. Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished. I have utmost faith in honey and the taste of honey.