Roy William Gotaas
Correspondence Interrupted - Poem by Roy William Gotaas
if you should stop writing now:
I have sat long in cold, quiet darkness,
Lonely but unafraid,
With only my memories glowing
Like fireflies on black velvet.
Without warning, on the horizon,
Black fades to gray;
Mirage-like at first and then,
So quickly it dazzles unused eyes:
A rim, a curve of light rises
As I face you,
My unexpected sunrise.
In joy and partly superstitious fear
I leap, I dance and sing:
Bring out my beads and shells
And lay them sacrificially before you.
Warmed by your embracing rays
And the heat of fervent dancing,
I turn to see what other offerings I have
For the new light of my life.
When back I face I see the rising stopped
And, as I watch with holded breath,
You slip without a sound back down
Below the darkening horizon.
Was my dance too crude,
My heart’s drum-beat too loud?
Were my gifts too poor
The words of my song too much?
I shall sit again in the dark silence;
My eyes so dazzled now
I cannot see my glow-worm memories,
And ponder your sweet, fleet mystery.
You made me soon unused to the cold
And I shiver.
You made me a stranger to the loneliness
And I am afraid.
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