Traces of Blue
This is for you Dad…
For all that we never got a chance to say, all we didn’t get time to begin
This is our bridge-between a then not to be
And right now, empty without you
Years of blank spaces, spilling across our open places
For you, somewhere in these traces of blue…
I look for you, feel you- hear you.
Watch the sky open as my heart did our first morning
Are you there?
Waiting for me-tentatively heading towards release then connection
Is this your voice on the gentle breeze?
Through whispers of a spring arriving at last
Is this you in this bright blue morning?
Touching me-calling me in the cool air
Winter wants to leave, yet we’ll stumble in her footprints
Waiting for the promise of spring
Our blue rising like
Lyrics of a song we didn’t get to finish…
A melody above the roar…
This roar, my roar
This blue spreading across Sunday morning
Our blue connecting us
Letters forming feelings we didn’t get to define
Moments left unfinished
Becoming fragile- precious.
Memories we were left only to imagine
This morning blue filling- spilling over
This blue standing in our distance
My distance, that space between child, girl-woman
Our blue fading now beneath darkening skies
Yet, if I close my eyes on any wide open day
I can still see you
The imprint of where you should be
This blue calls
Your voice now in the wind-its crisp snap pulling me
Now our embrace I can feel your arms around me
Warmth rising above this bitter winter
This is you Dad-in the cool blue breeze making confetti of petals
Big pink soft free falling to grass not quite green enough to absorb the contrast
My wish for you.