These Words On Wings Poem by edward lilley

Upstairs, wrapping gifts,
I pressed my love into every crease of tissue.
Folded into each, the truth of how much I need you.
Each of you
Rare and precious treasures in my life
Piled high like these wrapped gifts waiting.
Unspoken truth tied into every perfect bow.
I stood, and stacked them one atop another
A tower of my homage.
One hand on the bottom,
My chin barely clamping the top of that much love.
Then, like some king bearing gifts from lands fragrant with secrets, mysteries
And surprise, I smiled, and started down.
The bottom dropping out of my perfect joy.
Twisting, rolling, thudding, down
King falling, gifts exploding
Someone shouting out of my mouth
Pain and crush everywhere
I reached bottom.
Madman ranting
Blood upon the gifts.

The voice is Me.
The Truth breaks free.
Gushing, tumbling, rushing out,
Aloud, alive!
Oh, How I love you.
Each of you
Loving me, buoying me up…
Richest man alive…
Here amidst the broken gifts and blood.
I shout my love to you, with unhinged jaw.
No stopping now!
It flies out of me in Blank Verse,
”I want my arms around you! ”
In Aramaic, “ You are a miracle… a feast! ”
In gibberish, ” Yahooleluiaah! ”
I shout my love in Jabberwock, in Babytalk
My words on wings
“Me love
Me cry
Me sing a clumsy bumping song.

My love will flow.
My words will fly.
Even if I am to die,
I will be singing your praise,
Wail, whisper, mumble, moan…
I shout your name…
My Love, child, sister, teacher, friend
Stay with me
There is more.
I have carried your love in me as food
As whispered assurance in the night.
I have lived through other falls because you still had need of me
Even me
Here alive!
Love oozing out of me
Finding its way
Staining these gifts
My songs to you
Me love
Me cry
Me sing
These clumsy bumping words.

Even here
On broken wings...
They fly!



Edward Ellis Lilley- Christmas 2005