For Kyt Poem by Claudia Krizay

Yesterday, or perhaps,
Tomorrow,
I would find,
Without reason
Or avidly searching, as I listen cautiously to
The sound of the wind rustling the dying leaves on the oak trees
And the sound of a squall carrying, but
Only a few weathered pebbles
With all its dogged strength,
Tossing them about as they
Braise the ice-clad wooded pathway-
I am perhaps searching as I walk
Through the dense fog that hovers as a
Magician’s cloak would guard the treetops with care.
I believe, as blatantly as a single star is
Blazing a pathway through the early morning’s mist,
That I have found you, perhaps another lost soul…
Take my hand, though carefully and with caution,
For I am afraid that lightening in any moment in time
Could strike you and you would die.
The loss of you would be as overwhelming as to
Never behold that elusive morning’s star again, though
I may only weep-
My tears, though never copious would be
Shattering but one at a time as
They fall senselessly upon the frozen creek that
Has risen before my feet, and
You my beloved, would disappear, after
The fog has lifted…
Last night I heard sad angels screaming as they
Threw hailstones from the heavens that blinded me and after
I danced in solitude amongst the barren trees, though now
I stand but in awe of you,
My only kindred spirit, as the sunrises at daybreak,
Only wondering where lost souls find solace after
Lightening would strike us both,
Perhaps beneath that creek that has once risen before my feet
After the messiah’s tears have fallen from the sky,
I could hold you locked inside my aching heart forever and then
I would catch that shining star that would blaze a path for us to forever follow as
One more tear would shatter upon the face of time…