Premonition

by GENNY LIM

Those years blown

Like scattered leaves

In tumbling arpeggios

Flashing in the thrumming fingers of flames

Beating in the frozen harp of Black Angels

Old lovers faces framed in the amber of time

Trapped in the hollow breath

Of someone else’s dreams

Someone else’s myth of Eden

Languishing in the blues of misconception

Guilty as charged

With your insatiable will and spirit

The stones of memory don’t lie

They archive the ruins of years

Whittled away by longing and

The unmitigated desire to

Summon in holy form

Love, with unfettered songs

Only the flowers can hear