Decades

Lingering lights sparkle in the din
of fracturing memories
as the boy stands in empty space:
a longing
he grasps, scratches
outstretched fingers,
one eye up
others closed tight.

Ah,
come forth my lad,
open both eyes to what lays ahead
spirits soaring and breaths of love
light and fragrant, raising you.

There is so much.
Snow suspends in frozen air.
Peaks covered; black and white.
Hawks diving through thickets of translucent lace,
flying up and down as if each were just the same.

He looks up, again.
He suspends the dance with both eyes
and gleems,
taking one more step into the future.

Dorian LaGuardia
December 2019