Good morning,
By Georgiana Fetek.
My love,
Would you stop staring into the core of my being?
I taught you,
Then let you turn the kaleidoscope that brings my shattered self into a colorful focus.
Even I find it mesmerizing.
The day begins as surreptitiously as ever,
With the sun gliding by at first,
Heaving the light in its path,
Covering more and more of the sky until its brightness can blind you if you're not careful.
Were you dazed by the gleaming bits in my kaleidoscope?
These shards digging into my flesh once,
Leaving it to rot.
All pretty now?
I can't blame you for wanting to see only the good and shiny,
For painting my soul in what makes yours vibrate.
I'd find an enormous harp and learn to play it for your sake.
When our hearts walk hand in hand up to the bank to skip stones and see the light tremors over the splashing water,
I'm nothing else.
Bear with me,
Beloved.
I've bargained you for forty years.
Now I see how narrow my vision was.
I should have asked for you as eternal guardian at the edge of my universe.
I'm not sure what I am to give in return.
Will my pledge suffice?
Be careful what you wish for.
My grandfather's gnarled finger shakes,
Plucked out from the nothingness,
Enjoying my brain's sleep.
They'll soon open,
This cafe of life.
I'll jolt into your arms and we'll be whole again and again.
Good morning,
My love.