Thrown Stone (Song I Wrote) Poem by Mimi Mata

I will never forget...
You know how it goes at times
Forgetting is never that easy
Remembering is not so hard.

I am that apprehensive soul
The fog is so thick but my heart is always there
Is it true everything alive somehow pulsates?
I always find it even in denseness.

Perhaps not...

In my distance I hear the migrating flee of birds,
They are like your hands that leap off the branch of my limbs;
In my mind I will never forget;
Even in the brisk, when cold atoms freeze...

And in the midst of winter when all the leaves are dying
Rebirth as we know it, grasps the withered by a root;
Relinquish in what you know, enable what you don't,
Somewhere there are always new stars in your constellation...

So tonight I threw a memory of you down the cold stream,
Like it was necessary you floated back to me
Drenched in thoughts that were heavy,
I cupped you in my hands and kissed your forgetfulness
And all that was luckless parched and kept from dying...

Do you look for softness in exchange for my dry lips?
Whichever way, softness dies, this is real...

You, you sometimes wretched soul
You, my sometimes pummeled storm;
You my scathed scared bird
Cold and fleeing like a thrown stone...

I am the one who did this;
You see, you know it?
I took your stone of an aorta in its masses
And in my palms you were hot
Like two silver coins left beneath the afternoon sun...
I placed you in my distance and made you shiver;
I watched sadly as you momentarily
Rocked to and fro...

My keepsake, my shiny stone,
I keep you alive with the words in which I speak
Your transformation of feather tickles my throat
So..Goodbye make your way to flee,
Relentlessly I get choked up...

Remember this;
You, you sometimes wretched soul
You, my sometimes pummeled storm;
You my scathed scared bird
Cold and fleeing like a thrown stone.

I am that apprehensive soul
The fog is so thick but my heart is always there
Is it true everything alive somehow pulsates?
I always find it even in denseness.