Guiding star


Sacred blessing
son
daughter
mother
father

So small, so young
and now so old

Between this
these many years
and no time

Your guiding star this
first and last poem
you must leave behind
to find your own life

Destroy every word!
no single thing or phrase remain:
not breath, heartbeat, song, or kiss

Give each to the fire!
to the stars in darkness
sunshine in summer
leaves in autumn.

This poem is the least of all your things;
much less than your smile,
less sad than tears,
not useful as strength,
more frail than weakness.

But before and after all these things
comes this poem
to say simply that
before and after all these things
comes you.

Brightest,
you are not anything said or saying -
the star only shines when the poem burns





Poetry by Andrew Bindon
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Written on 2009-11-28 at 15:46

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