#4 Canonized Sonnet

I found you on a low hillside

under the moving shadows of a flamboyant’s wide branches.

You were writing poetry to the wind

and curious at your ramblings,

 it gazed upon your honesty  so long

eventually it adjusted its movement

to match your verses,

tattooing themselves through streaming rays

that as I came closer rested over my face

 in lines that illuminated pieces of me

that became my acquaintances for the very first time.

Perceiving you were no longer alone

you lifted your hands to quiet

the rhythmic notes of your voice,

sounds that captured legacies no pen could ever write

and suddenly I was afraid

that you’d refuse to let those verses move

the way they did

without my presence, carefully hid.

I was afraid

because

that was exactly the part

of your being I wanted you to share,

that part you left unmentioned

hanging between our mutual fears.

So I placed my hands over your palms,

hardly,

barely touching

and lowered them to the valley’s floor

with my own frail song.

I was alone for seconds that felt like forever

but then you lifted your voice once more

smiling,

then we wrote a song together.

Those canonized sonnets are still held by the wind

their depths  surrounded  by meadows

ever-blooming,

and when the flamboyant leaves fall softly

and its shadows fade away

the moment we captured there will always stand still,

echoing our first harmony with no end

in remembrance of  valley that found our spirits

a true lover and friend.

My Inspiration: The Flamboyant Tree
 

© KohylahPiper 2015