Dwight Stevers: Poetry

	Poetry
	Dwight Stevers

Me and You
- for Terry
Breathe to me songs of life in our multi-faceted jewel. Color me patient, hopeful, singing; carry me to distant lands where we share unspoken thoughts. Let us caress the moment and speak of no-thing. We have broken the membrane and spread a fine mist of colorless jewels on stars as yet undreamed. And here we dwell before shadows, behind reflections, inside eyes as clear as ice. I remember the sun when the moon hesitates to fullness. I quietly emerge in flames flickering to the rhythm of beatless hearts. I worry less than the dust that gathers in your corner. Here I stand as winter cries for spring, as small creatures beg for recognition, as no one lingers in memory of us and them.

Me and You

- for Terry

Breathe to me
songs of life
in our multi-faceted jewel.
Color me patient,
hopeful, singing;
carry me to distant lands
where we share unspoken thoughts.
Let us caress the moment
and speak of no-thing.
We have broken the membrane
and spread a fine mist
of colorless jewels
on stars as yet undreamed.
And here we dwell
before shadows,
behind reflections,
inside eyes as clear as ice.
I remember the sun
when the moon hesitates to fullness.
I quietly emerge in flames
flickering to the rhythm
of beatless hearts.
I worry less than the dust
that gathers in your corner.
Here I stand
as winter cries for spring,
as small creatures
beg for recognition,
as no one lingers
in memory of us and them.

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