Reprise: “The Shadow of Your Smile” (revision)

[Urania’s Song]

Why are my eyes roaming in the moonshadows
of her silhouetted smile as if it was the montage

to her soul projected as a chromatic fantasy
upon the umbra of the universe
gravitating to everything under the sun?

Why are my thoughts drifting dreamily with all the colors
coming and going, slipping into night, as if they
were the empress of heaven’s old clothes (or lack thereof)

composing the coda of day coming to a close? only
to feel the reprise of her heart reverberating
in these vagabond eyes by way of my talking hands.


When Poetry Met Music

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Let My Children Hear Me

I am living
In uncharted poetry —
Just a month past a year
Without my
There aren’t enough words
To say how I
Miss her.

She comes & goes
Like a gypsy in my soul
Regularly visiting
The music of my mind
(Where the notes
Of my
Remembrances of her
Fittingly intact)

Especially when I
Am deep in daydream
Envisioning her
Perched like a star
On a spiral staff keeping tabs
On everything, even the wandering souls
Filled with the language
Of the unheard, emerging
From the margins
Carrying out the will
Of a righteous riot, all
The while singing
Unsung lullabies through her
Laughing eyes, for I know
She left the best of herself in me.
& she’d be happy to know
My sister & I still
Hear her.

©2019 MDSHall

Erato’s Love Notes Part 9

I evoke you
…Out of the babel
Of Babylon, in the cadence
Of our hearts’ embrace — like
Love inciting poetry
& verse inviting passions
Of the soul to be its
Epitaph, as the voices
Inside my head splinter
Then rejoin & rejoice in a chorus
Of the syllables
Of your name swinging
Off & on the branches
Of the echo tree
For eternity to adhere
& infinity to see…
Even through the confines
Of night, “striding
Across nothingness.”

*Quote from Zora Neale Hurston


Midnight Silence

As night lures me

Into her web of delicate
Sights & sounds
The moon plays the ocean
Like a violin
In memories
That bear resemblance
To an old film
With certain moments
Of reticence.
& yet, even
In visible silence
Her countenance
Me, as

Her eyes unveil mine.

©2018 MDSHall