Amelia Poem by Tristian Ford

He first saw Amelia
On a night full of frigid and unhurried raindrops
Drops that were drowning her in her own world
He watched one drop after another
Fall on and off this precious young girl
Listening as every raindrop spread
Of those 908,227 raindrops
715 of those drops were teardrops she shed

His rustling passion lit along her stillness &
dark clouds
His conscience leapt to a dark common ground
Although his constraint was an excruciating plight-
It came to be the peak of their peace
Illuminating throughout that unlit night
Her face was lit up by a glow of inspiration
Her skin was like the dawn on the eastern skyline
His skin was like the dusk on the western horizon...
With just one sun ray left to shine

An air that was distinctly critical
An air of uncanny familiarity intwined

His drops fall with the same likeness
Caused by a different girl
Fast and warm blood drops drowned him in his own world
She was so frail
And always screaming and scratching,
using her nails
She made drops of blood drop from his veins
A thousand questions are washed away in a trickle of blood
Into a puddle where the answer stayed

The Spirit within him remains righteous
Every morning it came forth in justice
In the afternoon it remained unchanged
Each evening it never failed
He was not the one to blame
But her soul,
Her poor unjust soul,
Grew hotter than a Texas Sunday in July
Her death-paled cheeks grew red with shame
It led two benighted souls
To understand the meaning of pain
As It taught him- his disclaim
Her temper was dark and explosive
His eyes would flash
As a result of that mournful flame
A riotous prodigality of energy
An exquisite misperception of attractive cravings
And ravished heart-searching games
They saw a new marvel in the sky
Warm by a heart, not only from the sun.
A golden hot red flame leaped from her eye
it landed on the thigh-Of an unloved one

What it had finally done
Contained nothing,
yet
Revealed everything
An iciness, a sinking, a sickening of the heart
Swiftly begun
Something very important

So when he first saw this young woman
He recognized her unspoken pain
What sorrow
Oh, what pity and empathy
That our tears and blood should mix like rain

In a tier of empty seats
They met inside a theatre that was underneath
A humongous dark circle,
Where they both could clearly see
inside of one and outside of the other
Continually
Moving through space, freely
That firmament inside of her
That firmament inside of he
A solemnly grey expanse that was lost
Far away in the multi-present blur,
Endlessly
A light that was soon darkened
Everywhere
The stars are golden instants in the deep
The flawless expanse of the night
while our ex-lovers sleep
Love was his wife
Hate was her husband
But they no longer loved them
They ruined the calmest people
Then called them crazy when they react
We added positivity
The negative we had to subtract
Detached
Through an intense search for closeness
Attached to a disregard for anything other than that
A horror without resolution
Until we recognized one another
Recognizing our search for self-care
Somehow we strengthened-Each other
with what each of us
could not find anywhere
Trauma is difficult to heal from
A phenomenon come what may
searching for something he needed to feel
probing for something she wanted to say
The droplets from us both remained on earth
Into a puddle where the answer stayed

Justice is love correcting that which stands against its high-stand
The question is, who is responsible?
Although, other signs need more time to understand
Trust us,
Oftentimes there are too many signs
& dark omens somewhere in the wastelands.
Stranger things happen all the time
I've become a strange thing extraordinaire
Justice is getting what we deserve
Grace is getting a good thing
even when it's what we don't deserve
Mercy is not getting the bad we deserve
Stranger things keep happening up in the air

Now Amelia and I make love in the sky
The passion of angels in form & hue-
Leaps to earth lightning of sudden blue

—Tristian Ford