Seshat Nibada

I am myself the term between
the drift, the dawn, an eternity
of mind dissolving in new minds
so dips this human Eternity
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The silver moon is set
in harvests unseen, the pleiades
rush home across half the night
though the night is never spent
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The day breaks and not my heart
For my heart is as Immortal as the Sun
It shines with thine eyes across distances
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Victory, though it comes too late
I had not learnt creation’s prize
How to survive the engima of living
How to push it clear with flowers
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The sun is tangled
In my prayers for sunset
It doesn’t matter than
I’m at the goldenth hour of my life
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Bring those kisses back again
That are sealed with love for
Many a spring day, summer twilight
Bring those lips that shine of golden fruit
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The sea spoke to us
every night we listened
we gave our ears the thought of crying
trying to hear the cosmic music
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Because my calling is such
I lose myself in entire days
Whole days of loving too much
Across the lampless silence
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I feel the autumn air
bringing an autumn slack
my bones beneath the black
colors of suffocated dares
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I gave you love gifts
Kisses for your earlobes
I gilded the time where our palms met
Like the fragrance of clean summer air
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Love imagines herself alone
The first responder to serendipity
A situation made for two
Where the one escapes in a blaze –
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A tongue, this gifted tongue
To tell the world my truth
A heart, a singly faithful heart
To tell her of my charge, to answer
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Leaves will rain the end of years
A pageant death-parting
O’ Autumn, it’s my soul
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A ribbon at a time
I have unblossomed my
Heart to speak in amethyst
I have given my urges
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I no longer measure every Grief I meet
With wide eyes, I look for beauty
Truth in the learning
Of the easier soul’s guise
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The angels are stooping
Weeping above your bed
With weary trooping, sweet whimpers
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The poem of the mind begins
from imitation, the sufficient finding
of ourselves in others, of language in mind
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I live as if every moment/
As a crying prayer in the middle of the night
I carry so many images
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I’ve lived for poetry beyond my means
In the loneliest years of my life
Art sensitized me and isolated
My sacred philosophy, from my mortal strife
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Do I sleep with you or you with me?
You have bad dreams if I’m not there
I comb your womb for laughing hybrids
In any case, I say you sleep with me
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