Saturday, 20 December 2008

  • one wish (poem)

    If you call tomorrow, I will believe
    Wishing on stars is the only way to
    Dream, that I was a light-footed boy again
    Between the
    Sea capt'n green of
    Twisted trees,
    Adventuring    .
    Consulting "treasure maps"
    In our diaries,
    Our hopes prayed for El Dorado,
    And we kept to the path we wandered on, despite
    Wishing for anyone to take us home.

    If you want to build this house with me,
    Oh, what a story--
    This is how they will all remember:
    Ours were the vines that weaved
    Together and outgrew the
    Shaky jungle that held us close inside,
    Thank you for always kissing
    My hand, when we swam in the clear waters
    Of the Amazon Basin;
    Our weightless silhouettes
    Singing to the delicate birds
    Making footprints
    The shapes of crosses
    In the sand.

    Everyone would know:
    The conquistadors came in search of
    Gold, finding only where we
    Promised our
    Hearts to each other,
    Giving our
    R    egrets away, before we even
    Knew
    What they were.



    --Dan Pham





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