He described it as a warm day in winter
end of times for the abandoned shell
upon a beach in the sand of a broken glass.
She was resting beneath the waves
her eyes seared with a star’s mockery
a slow pulse mimicking what remained of her memories.
No longer did the body breathe
never again will she race to the grand finale
somewhere beyond invisible horizons.
Waves like a mirage emanate from the flesh
she seems to smile again as the tender lips heave
yet it is too late now that she lies alone.
She recalls tender thoughts hovering
behind the blues of those glassy orbs
if life persists it is only for food to the beyond.
Seeking the color unknown in the concrete scapes
her journey has ended in the curves of an earth
carried by the sordid waves of the unwelcome lover.
One reaches closer to a star, years ahead;
two race to catch up in this vibrant day;
three struggle for a breath, lagging a little.
Seconds dripped slowly a grain at a time,
in an hour glass in truth counting eons,
unable, perhaps unwilling to up its pace.
The road of winding curves and traitorous
peaks, came alive, to frustrate a joyful ride,
so long awaited, as millions passed by.
Warm nest of the two when days were younger;
not one is ready for them to fly the coop;
home is still theirs, walls nurturing them yet.
A force of planetary magnets comes to be,
for a trio to once again take a long stroll;
two stand at attention, holding out their hearts.
Little souls need their heaven where all is cozy,
neat, and wraps around their tender flesh,
a blanket fit for only them, pulsating with her life.
One steps out, the journey to an end at last;
two are all smiles, in every cell, every membrane,
a sweet song emerges in sparks as they run.
Three are one again, soon to return to the fortress,
where no harm will come, they embrace;
a sigh reverberates, heard at the far end of the era.
Please live, she whispered
to the body inert on the marble slab
Unsure that he could hear a word
she leaned farther holding her ebony locks.
Alert only in the depth of his soul
a dim light caught the wetness of her lips.
Often she had passed with a gentle light
a smile which stabbed him to his core.
Seeking a key to her realm he had remained
trembling before the great gray walls.
Dreams succeeded thoughts of horror
while tears nourished a barren home.
Those languished hours now echoed
with the sadness of her eyes upon his breast.
Live, she pleaded fearful it may be too late
his soul lighter under the sun of her breath.
It might be his last hour in her world yet
he had no regret as at last she felt.
The tear is large and shines
full of green and blue and light
warm and cold it resists
In it a smile broad and true
and the tear grows
life fills it with a beat
as of a heart.
Soon it will be of a size
enough to visit and see
what has been so long missed
a world complete.
The tear from within
to grasp the world on the other side
where hurt and comfort are close
making sense of it all.
In the mind of the tear stronger
one universe all around
wall to wall unified
nothing hidden anymore.
The tear speaks all, unable to fall
a broad smile it reveals
as its soul beats stronger
full of a life which no longer is,
yet continues within grief and hope
and the knowledge that all is well
for in the tear all who once lived remember
and they cry as they smile.
The twins stand tall
amidst burgeoning siblings
in winter, summer, and
fall, spring alike
ashes to ashes alone in the shadows
of the giants.
Many times under the faint moon
waiting for her sun to shine again;
it is done.
With July come she can return
to love pure now eternal
to begin anew.
From the cocoon of her land
the warm nest of his hands
spread their wings.
Rising to the roof of the cosmos
confident in the godly creation
winking good bye.
Beyond the reach of His children
yet so near, nothing really changes
in us, whole.
Two stars shine so bright, so new
made and full of the great equation
for all time.
One they are, intimate in whole
love, life, soul, impenetrable always
invisible yet in us
indestructible as it was written.
Fabrice Poussin teaches French and English at Shorter University. Author of novels and poetry, his work has appeared in Kestrel, Symposium, The Chimes, and many other magazines. His photography has been published in The Front Porch Review, the San Pedro River Review as well as other publications.