So soon
to be
so much
too late.
© Chagall 2015
Tag Archive: rebirth
So soon
to be
so much
too late.
© Chagall 2015
I’m learning new words
Such beautiful languages
All my friends have spoke
© Chagall 2015
Right ’round the time of my birthday in May
I start to trim down, in June wine and dine her,
in July bring her flowers and candy, so that
we can hook up some cool night in August
to loll and to make more May babies.
© Chagall 2015
It happened while looking out the window tonight,
the room light reflected on dark panes,
my nose to the glass to see outside, when I noticed
a blur of motion dancing behind me, so I pulled away,
turned and focused, no more than two or three heartbeats,
stared directly into her face, clear as the day she passed
she smiled, my reality popped, jolted by sound
like balloons exploding, and then she was gone again
© Chagall 2015
How odd the stars that burn so hot
can wink, demure, so cold
I am warmed by the faces
of so many moons
More real than the lights
of jet planes
These nights I find
I slow down seeking free fall
Up, so I float
without need to ever
look down
© Chagall 2014
Caught between two endings
I emerge into light
once more
© Chagall 2014
Birds frozen in snow
hearts stained by valiant mercies
Spring thaw breathes new life
© Chagall 2014
Still early, it’s only three thirty
I’ve got a few more hours to go
I savor remaining moments
each time they come
Younger I’d pack
a life into each
With a will so great
I could make that happen
Compress
spans of life
A run-on string
at the tail-end
I run my palm
over a small rise
on an otherwise
perfect face
When the time comes
she will lift my last finger from the grip
and I will slip from the jamb
© Chagall 2013
To leave one you love
is much harder than dying
second time around
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Here, eternity works a little different:
it’s forever for some, but not for all,
like those at the parapet,
standing watch for the rest.
Here, death is not quite the same either:
if you grasp the nature of the energy,
and your mind’s in the right place at the touch,
nine times out of ten, you’ll transcend.
A breath here, a swallow there,
a promise, a beacon, a cold-hard stare,
life’s the clarion call.
Get your riders up!
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
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