YOU by Charles Bane Jr
February 21, 2011
I came upon you
when I was a child
and kept the memory
close, through every
feverish year. My hair
was silk from corn; yours,
black as the birds upon the snow
I fed the winter long. I opened books
at night and looked at barest
trees and wished for Spring. I watched
for leaves birthing like the stars. I made
poems, and saved the lights I found
waiting in my marrow. One day I would tell
you of the music I heard between its honey-
combs and followed til words rested
on a page. You would understand. You
would hold the glass and pour my amber
work until it filled you to a brim.
You would say, this flames the trees
and you are the harvester of my soul.
Charles Bane, Jr, has been published widely, in print and online. His work has appeared in : Clutching At Straws, museumviews. com, Durable Goods, The First Literary Review East , The Indian Diary, The Criterion, An International Journal in English, and Word Pond, among others. His work was critically reviewed in ” Charles Bane, Jr, : Introduction to a Poet”, in The Calliope Nerve.. His first book will appear in late Spring, published by Curbside Splendor.