I would like to say goodbye
and would appreciate your reply.
Where are you going?
I am going to sing farewell
before my minute hand wears out.
yet I hoped you might first learn
to dance hello.
Yes, so I too presumed,
yet in epiphanies of dawn’s delight
dancing hello toward Earth’s light
follows learning to sing night’s lullaby
enduring dusks darkening evaporation
of bright transparent regeneration.
I would like to sing farewell
not sure whether we will ever find time
for another healthy hello,
good mourning death’s surprising pass
right through our daily hello-goodbye liturgies
of BusinessAsUsual love.
Just once before either of us further dies
and lies within Earth’s sacred skin,
I would like us to learn to sing farewell
to our dusky love’s evaporating celebration,
wildflower struggling together dissonance
within Earth’s MultiTribal Solidarity.
With this pearl of our shared memory
how much brighter next time’s dawn.
Better than whole wheat pancakes
and maple syrup springs
of wildflower birdsong?
Breaking night time’s fast
with love’s echoing farewell lullaby
warming daylight’s first embryonic memory,
spreading farewell liturgies
like warm butter
throughout love’s remembering twilight day.
You would have your farewell pearl
with breakfast too.
I would sing farewell
not knowing we will have another day
to dance our hellos of gratitude
for love syrup warmly given
transforming sacred memories
of EarthTribe’s struggling mutual light within,
dancing and singing tender humored
and raving raven memories
fading back to our first eyes greeting.
You were redhead magnificent
and bright as nuclear light,
yet not sure you had enough to share
with all my dark bear ways.
And you still growl your raw reviews
about light’s honey lacking as yours and ours
and cubs who have never learned to dance
a dignified hello
much less sing a well-timed farewell lullaby,
softly fading into some other household’s light
of their own healthy making.
Stars have never sung the same
since they first twinkled through your RedLight hungry eyes.
Moon heart glows full color harmonics
to know your quiet delight,
sharing your monopoly of wild investments
in GrandMothers’ flowing afrocultured kinda’ light.
Too seldom has sailed
our full octave light and dualdark racing pilgrimage
through transgenerational childhood brights and fights,
effacing darks together.
I love to sing farewell struggling harmony
while slow dancing our mutually gratuitous hello-farewell,
folding to unfold eco-memory flying
Tipping PolyPoints of Light/DualDark MindBody.