But For Now Hear The Tense Beatingsof My Heart Still Remembering The Memories Of Violence And Death..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

the humming bird
locale with a yellow
breast
singing on that lanzones
tree full of fruits
like grapes upon the
hands of the vines

this is what i really miss
about home
that which without much telling
i haven't seen you
there

i shall hear again the whispers
of the sea winds
arriving at last on these mountains

i shall see again the light coming
from the stars
which from their longest travels
have arrived at last
resting on the fingers of
dying trees.

i shall remember again how is it
to live alone
but for now hear the tense beatings
of my heart
still remembering the memories of
violence and death.....