Dreams That Will Last
We found ourselves walking, our feet like stone
Corridors of light breaking through onto
Tables of justice and paths of a hand
Reaching out into the twilight ahead;
Holding fast to the thread of a question.
The land was soft and bare naked relief
To a sore minded something which could be
Wise to continue with bones breathing life
Into places where we had been seated.
Sighs and thanksgiving repeated throughout
Echoed footsteps on rocks of a hillside
We spoke, asking dreams if they’d been fulfilled.
Replies were few under still water-ways
Where many gathered to sing certitude
Into their hearts, not knowing which key to
Use on doors so wide and high, knocking hard
Like the gavel the nightmare before last
The day so long side in that storm of war.
Taking time, moving quickly away from
Much more than continuing can tell to
Do service, and speak to their souls about
Dreams that will last until something is right.
Hands
Hands warm up on faces pure as water’d
Glass is clear and breakable; Careful.
Touch softly the mirror, seeing it look
Both ways before crossing out the wet words.
The hours of the day are now I’ve heard
The vibrant ecstasy in morning rain.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Adam Sippola, originally from Eden Prairie, Minnesota, is a vocalist, cellist, and didgeridooist. In addition to being an accomplished musical theatre actor in the Duluth area, Sippola is Vocal Director at Renegade Theater Company. And, yes, he also writes poetry. He currently lives in Duluth, Minnesota. These two poetry selections were previously published in the November 2009 digital edition of Oeuvre.
