Lee Wanaselja
Creative / Composer / Musician / Author / Poet
POEMS
10/31/01
Lee Wanaselja c. 2001
Published in the Lehigh Valley Literary Review. Issue 2, July 2007
Take me to that place
Where still waters are the parchment
on which a blue moon inks her love songs,
and a quiet pond is the down
upon which red and gold leaves are quilted;
where twin white swans slide across the watery silk,
like my lovers breasts, seeking to be embraced.
Take me to that place
Where violins weep sad songs across hallowed breath
to fine refuge within vacant ears,
evicting the squatter of fear, with tears
from the dwelling of the soul.
Where the scent of fallen death begets life
within the mind long dormant, denying
that which should have been.
Take me to that place
Where the insanity of knowing the end of all things
has set with the last sun
on this ever present misery;
where a bend in time around the finger of God
no longer stalks my memory
with the fall of innocence.
Take me to that place
Where life and death’s mélange finds reason,
wrapped with loves gold pursuit
and tied in arms of white;
where the quiet symphony of a candle
flickers away the madness,
and slowly combs the soft of your face.
Take me to that place
And I shall be whole.
Forget-You-Not
Sometimes the ache of distance
drains the soul of hope
and the pain of untouching
sears deeper than the brand.
Sometimes the thought of you
races through my mind
pounding my brain to be found –
but echoes are all that I hear.
Memories are no longer enough
to hold you to my breast,
nor folding your clothes again and again
in hopes I might still feel you.
My scrapbook is full, though no photos I see;
tears have chipped the faded prints
like the paint on the front porch swing
I no longer use – for lack of you.
Lee Wanaselja c. 2016