The Simmer Dim of a Night light
My heart is a newborn swaddled in the secret nursery of my chest swinging on a breakable bough frightened of the cradle and all fall until it’s comforted by the cavalry of memories like the ghost image snapshots of my long losts who adore me to this day through the code of their scrapbook eyes. My heart is a teenage boy still drunk on the Absinthe of perfume or the sight of long teenage girl hair swaying like the hammock on the summer porch of her naked lower back My heart is a bridegroom walking the last mile condemned by commitment who is suddenly pardoned by the entrance of my barefoot Titania in Queen Anne’s lace Attended by her bridesmaids, Cobweb and Moth who has come to make tender folly of my fears and whisper the fairy songs of love which sounds like the lullaby tide of a never-ending beach. My heart is a father whose knees still quiver whenever it hears the word, “Daddy.” And now it’s a grandpa moved to its core by the stampede of feet...