Gil Raff


Destroyer - Poem by Gil Raff

Perfect storm,
You’ve come to strip me of my confused life.
Growing in secret between ice and wind,
Fallen by grace into this imperfect test,
Chosen by a creator fabulous and unseen,
Toying with his oceans born of blood.
The salty lovers locked in a sea of tides
Bound together, lips clocked to the moon
Bringing life to another confused replica
Of the absent creator, wily in his secrets.
And you, come to better me, the Jonah
Relieve me of the signs I failed to see
Failed to see and failed to know
Failed to know and failed to say
Tormented by my fated task, lashed to silence
By the too vast reality of the speaking world
The displayed canopy of the overwhelming everything.

To whom can I speak
Among the crowds bent on wild improbable dreams,
And their violent surf of crashing noise
Except to you, secret mistress?
You, the final trial of my imperfect test
Calming innocent, bearer of quiet,
In your serene darkness I see
The simplicity denied by my entire life.
Well, I am ready now.
I have waited a long time
In the wings of this windy stage
It’s time for your entrance
Take me with you, perfect one.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 18, 2005



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