DARKER TURN

DARKER TURN

when I die
condense all
I was
and now am

into a love poen
single, short, to the point

thing of night and dream
and moment when
all our darkness
all that
we are
    of  darkness
thrives, comes alive

knows
the bliss
    of a star

when I die
turn me into
a love poem

short
and to the point
         nothing special
of diamond, golden

   thing in the heavens
like Romeo’s heart
                      speaking plainly

not
    (as Juliet did envision)
beautifully scattered

and then
    if I am read

(if you
are the one to read)

put
    what did, what was

into some
forever parenthesis

just to say, remind me,
that I am
           thing of absence,
thing of
the darkness now

this
    small, petty life that
writes

being so
preoccupied with what it says
                                           what said

took a
      sweeter, darker turn