Spaces Among Spaces
 
An epilogue to the hours
On a canvas brushed with words
And of the years reflected in a wavy mirror
TS Eliot once peered in and saw lilacs
But I see opaque images
Of spaces among spaces
And the clouds that caught wandering winds
To dance aerial ballets
 
Even today I wander about in dreams turned ashen
And feel a thin tremor of tenacity
Tapping on the door of my soul
Shrunken now to a hollow vessel
To ply the melancholy waters of night
With currents being lit by moonlight
Spreading through the skies like spilled milk
 
Passions run parallel with time
And swallow the distances
Of spaces within spaces
And fill them with what___
Sprays of bygone springs
When violets wore purple capes
And rains fell warm as throats
Or with memories thick and moist as sixteen
My feet tripping over dreams cluttering my path
 
My body now___ all but forgotten
If follows after me like an absent-minded apostrophe
Many spaces behind my memories
I wear them in a crown of thorns
To pierce my head
With here and there people
And spaces absent in time, but fastened in my veins
 
Against my back they brush
In soft breaths of remembrances
Or in sudden shadows falling from trees
 
And when in a quiet sphere of night
They pass across the moon
In slow-motion wing beats
They whisper "goodbye."