The Flood Is You Poem by L C Vieira

Sun-stained greens on maples above the arch,
fade cracked cedar over loves long lost;
visions of comings and goings, the pace, and rest
in the home I've known best, or instead, has known me.

Thunder rolls, sparkles light on dancing leaves,
moving minutes to this time when I write you;
sun's shine exploding with sure boldness
that I yearn no less, for this one, known to me.

A hungry flood with grayish borders, unleashes its passion-burst,
as needful as yours - and I reclining,
no, climbing, climbing the universe, hang on these vines, my veins,
an ache of black sky again, divided white and blue, and me -

So the rush comes, numbing flesh, pulling thoughts to screams -
the quick tide stretches what's spilled across this fertile soil, your land -
a gasp and crash beneath wild waves - they knock me here -

but you, oh love, are there, and only wind and water are my tears.


(2004,2012,2013)