Who Am I Poem by Elliott Rosenberg

Who Am I
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I am a floating heart dressed in a gossamer dress,
Shielded by a sentry star that scintillates.
Elegantly tempered as a kinetic sculpture,
Free of timeless decay.

Oh how I yearn to breathe!
To liberate my soul of its muzzle.
To break this shell of craquelure,
To let my heart bleed.

My rampant dreams asunder,
forlorn as a feral mustang.
To speak the words of youth unscathed,
As a child captivated with flurries.

When I close my eyes to reclusion,
Avid about a field of dandelions.
I celebrate the wine of tropics,
That dementia recalls.

Asks my inner child,
Who Am I?
Answers my aged soul,
A mirror of friends.

Friends forged in rift and consequence,
Foes bestowed as angels with surmise.
And as the rays of a setting sun cleave to my existence,
A musical reprise takes hold of my blindness.

I can suddenly hear a reticent laughter,
The jingle jangle of recess,
The clattering of dishes,
And the watering taste of cinnamon fruit cake.

Now I know i have lived,
Now I know I have been a child.
Now I know who you are,
Thanks to you I know,
Who am I.