savage light | poem thirteen posted by imani , Tuesday, February 3, 2009 at 2:15 PM, in Labels: ars poetica

the bringer of silence
and of pandemonium
when this language
no longer exists ~
neither in soldiers’,
savages’, or from
a poet’s mouth,
my love only to
be granted in
your memory…
remember that
my sunlight has
stood with your
temples caressing
the windows by
which we see
the aimless
horizon.