Dust and Dreams-A Journey
His Suburbia (Love)
His Suburbia
Gazing upon the moving clouds this blustery evening,
I am viewing his world,
His world away from offices, machinery, technology,
It is surprising to me that this Fall night,
Is not so different from the fallen leaves of my carefree youth.
I am gazing wordlessly, finding a strange calm,
In the barren "click click" of twin pines, naked now.
I am remembering the laughter and hand holding we shared today,
Grateful for unlabeled closeness.
I am recalling our reunion, my soul-baring words,
And secrets spilling forth, unashamedly.
As always, I am finding the beauty that is peace,
The silence that speaks of Autumn in her splendor.
These minutes pass as seconds, as I glimpse his silhouette,
In the shadows, his prideful comparing,
Of the print of his Aztec robe, to the $900 mohair sweater
We joked about, for sale on Newbury Street.
The apparition of the White Zinfandel glows splendidly,
As a candle on an altar, and I am drawn away,
To answer the silent plea in his eyes.
2002
Cristine M. DiMario
Gazing upon the moving clouds this blustery evening,
I am viewing his world,
His world away from offices, machinery, technology,
It is surprising to me that this Fall night,
Is not so different from the fallen leaves of my carefree youth.
I am gazing wordlessly, finding a strange calm,
In the barren "click click" of twin pines, naked now.
I am remembering the laughter and hand holding we shared today,
Grateful for unlabeled closeness.
I am recalling our reunion, my soul-baring words,
And secrets spilling forth, unashamedly.
As always, I am finding the beauty that is peace,
The silence that speaks of Autumn in her splendor.
These minutes pass as seconds, as I glimpse his silhouette,
In the shadows, his prideful comparing,
Of the print of his Aztec robe, to the $900 mohair sweater
We joked about, for sale on Newbury Street.
The apparition of the White Zinfandel glows splendidly,
As a candle on an altar, and I am drawn away,
To answer the silent plea in his eyes.
2002
Cristine M. DiMario
