And If Always Lives

At Red Bank Battlefield, National Park, NJ--Merril D. Smith

When some brilliant star,

breathing time, flies,

no, lingers long

in after-wake of dark, bleeding sky,

it explores eternity


and I look up,

smile at it,

and this vast, dazzly universe

laugh, celebrate life,

but listen to


for the ghosts about me–

from that tree, see

on a velvet-flowered breeze?


Coloring morning with blushing voices

of secret almost-words–

and if always lives


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It took some work, but the Oracle always knows.



23 thoughts on “And If Always Lives

  1. “velvet-flowered breeze” … wow! I’ve felt breezes like that but never had the words to describe them. Thank you and the Oracle. Your poem gave tingled my skin … in a good way πŸ™‚

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