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Adam Poems for the Living - Keith Aaron Munroe
Hope
For you we weep and wait that the earth holds your bones as pearls in her oasis
to express not the silence of infinite souls but your own story
as we think of you and wait that the years we had with you bring to our hearts a dream of every
conversation awash with your eyes and their holy winters.
So I wish I’d had the chance to know you better
as if had the hours discovered in our limbs a fellowship of true men,
meeting each other to find in what things they disparage a philosophy that has no prejudice
but in what bloom though its youth has withered the spirit for which all friends find those they love
though their body be at rest
such meaning as to be found in their arms
the grace of animals.
I wish I could have known you better
because what other conclusion could there be but that you were beautiful
because Julie loved you
so you must have had in your bones the poetry of birds lost on the wind in its metaphor of prophesy.
So now from form you have departed yet I hope there is some way I can discover
wisdom in the emptiness you left behind
with the absence of your shadow as all spirits speak in the paradox of their silence
a name without meaning
except to from the earth make in her undying lands a love which for each of us
will cause us to remember your hair, your eyes, your mouth
upon which was spoken so many things
which will forever pain your tomb with its arguments against despair.
There Is No Then Or Now Or What Will Come From Nothing Only Always Do We Love For In All Creation Is The Sorrow Of Living And Being Born To Bear The Weight Of What Freedom Comes From Passing Into Shadow To See As The Sun Rises The Darkness Of A New Dawn
As we all take part in the memorial I accept pain but with the stars a patience to last into the night
as we all speak to the crowd and say what part we had to play in the prose as they make a purpose
of his life now left behind still living in the permanence of what grief make from the earth
the bread of angels
but I don’t know if I can let that be enough
he means more than life itself to someone I love so I must find a way to make his name a memory
of trees in autumn
so she can be enveloped in his arms as death keeps her company in the cold.
She loves him more than life itself
so I must become his brother if I am to walk beside her as all that comes in autumn
is how beautiful is life in what deep hues spell tragedy the passing of his mortal soul
to be what end the earth disparage in its dying of lonely men in love with the poetry of coffins
is faith in what will always be far away but keeps his lover close in the congress of angels.
For wings first express now gravity make from emptiness what purpose
had it cause to wither would will the soul to rise so too do I think of Adam, reading a book by the fire
and for all the unimaginable weight of what despair must have laid upon his shoulders like a stone
that had as scripture on its unforgiving matter the misery of Jehovah
I believe Adam was though his bones must have been with such pain a purpose seeking death
the image of a man whose tears give blood to what shuddering breath has prayed for wisdom.
So I think he walks with her, a truth I will try to understand
for she loves him more than life itself and because I love her too I will never forget to speak his name
in reverence
as if to speak it is to express in poetry the promise of his youth.
Adam, Adam, Adam, Adam, Adam.
Rest
Sometimes when I wake before the sun I see in the obsidian air what sadness must have discovered you
yet I wonder:
Was it only despair,
could your conscience see in its end the freedom acquired when to the silence that the body becomes a
mirror of stars and their avalanche of words with no meaning except to propose we give ourselves to
emptiness and let our breasts bleed a prophesy of love
like bread what wilderness will provide its clothes of shadow?
You are now as with will anonymous the name the wind calls to me and asks that I speak of nothing
but gaze upon the trees as in their grace has the earth made coffins of their poetry
and prepared each person to have no purpose but peer into the dark and find in its forgiveness
the philosophy of wounded eagles.
So this is how I see you
so lost in what will the mortal mind makes a prison out of liberty that to those of us who seek you
we feel trapped but I believe you are so close you must be far away left to travel by the passion to which
you call to us and feel in the emptiness the poetry of angels.
I bear you no ill will.
Perhaps we could have made promises to each other but what would that matter,
would it change the meaning of the worlds I love you?
As if were we to think of heaven and imagine her empire the consequence that caused you to
understand despair and disappear into the cold it would change what reality remains that to all love,
to all hatred, to all sadness and despair your laughter is in the wind its epitaph of metaphor.
So we need not look for you as in the emptiness is proof that your heart prevails to speak a prophesy
that express not sorrow but that we make walk as fools among the shadows.
There is something in the silence, some music to see as errands leaving the earth to have followed
into eternity the beginning where all hours slip away and leave behind a memory of peace.
If it’s not too late to say it now though I should have said it long ago I love you Adam
and I hope that while you soar amid the glory of dreams