Zayra Yves: Poetry

NO SUCH THING AS "I" IN THE UNIVERSE

Well, not exactly.

In the beginning
I peer into the heart
of the Sun.

You roll it
in the palm of your hand
as a glass stone;
not white, but red
and gold.

You point to the bright spot:
there is a hole
in the sky
and the sun is so thirsty
it drinks our skin.

But nobody takes it seriously
this idea we are born
from the stars.

I need the fire myth
of lion colored solar flares,
disturbing the uncommitted,
as much as you do.

Let the fire
burn straight into me,
magnetic in the naked
daylight.

We are sure of nothing
and hope for everything
together in the gallery
of the sun.

You won't say why,
except your religion is the cosmos,
and language echoes incandescent.

So, we vanish
into the ultraviolet eye of love
and embrace the sky.

copyright 2007 by Zayra Yves

DROWNED CATHEDRAL

At last we are free
from the rock
we had chained our love to.

We swim empty
between there and somewhere

under the transparent sky
no longer bound
by the laments of dying.

We are flesh that is torn
beyond the language of lyrics

past the art of mystery
and into the caves of the heart
as light is turned inside out.

We are the miracle that exists
in ten thousand grains of sand

in the seaweed of saints
and lovers submerged
covered in barnacles.

In a drowned cathedral
we have found each other again
curled in the shell of life.

copyright 2007 by Zayra Yves

IRREGULAR HEART BEATS

I am searching the dictionary
for the words to describe how
the world has shifted its axis
since you left.

All I am finding are strange words
that cling together by virtue
of their order.

There is nothing to describe
the color of a vanishing heart
or the fragrance of hope.

I remember when you asked
me to wait. I am waiting.

I close the dictionary to light a candle.
The wick burns brightest toward the end.

I close the window. In the street
a saxophone player leans against the wall.
His music reverberates of others
who came before him.

Life is a series of questions –
a parade of irregular heart beats
waiting for love to answer.

copyright 2007 by Zayra Yves