“A love song cast upon the vastness of the deep … ” Carl Sagan
She came to me once in a dream
luminescent, clad in white, elated
so much younger than I ever knew her
thankful for my return to Chalkidiki.
Luminescent, clad in white, elated
for the first time since her abrupt departure
thankful for my return to Chalkidiki
where holy mountains stretch into sea.
For the first time since her abrupt departure
monasteries sculpted high on rocks lance skies and suns
where holy mountains stretch into sea
trident beckoning the Aegean.
Monasteries sculpted high on rocks lance skies and suns
direct line to God
trident beckoning the Aegean.
She embraced me with such love,
direct line to God
we were one.
She embraced me with such love,
pain or suffering never existed
we were one.
No resources wasted like bread in empty houses
where pain or suffering no longer exist.
Only bliss and she the flower Mage
no resources wasted like bread in empty houses
she makes me gardener of memories.
Only bliss and she the flower Mage
roses climbing back into my life
she makes me gardener of memories.
I wake with sheer joy
roses climbing back into my life
I too sea, sand, wind, and pine honey.
I wake with sheer joy
beams of love and innocence
I too sea, sand, wind, and pine honey
altered like a glimpse into now.
Beams of love and innocence
so much younger than I ever knew her
altered like a glimpse into now
she came to me once in a dream.
©Hélène Cardona
From Life in Suspension (Salmon Poetry, 2016); Hélène Cardona’s bio is HERE.
The BeZine 
A beautiful form, a difficult form well-executed. Thank you for this pantoum!
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