Poetry

Hymn

I will sing of you

even when no one else is singing

or when they call you by strange unknowable names

I will sing of you. 

I will sing of you

even when you seem far away

and I don’t know how to talk to you

I will still sing of you. 

I will sing of you

when all the grey grime covers you up

and people sing about the grey grime

then I will sing of you. 

I will sing of you in the middle of the night

when everything is silent

and you are no where

except inside my soul

where you whisper 

I will sing of you

when the dawn speaks of your presence

and everyone walks around

basking in your smile

I will sing of you then. 

I will sing of you

when rain fills the air

and when I can hardly see you

because of the water in my eyes

I will sing still of you. 

And day by day

when I have voice

and when I have almost none

when I am filled with thoughts of you

and when I can hardly remember you

Every day

Every single day

Every blessed day

I will sing                                                                     Karin  Forno

And my song is of You.                                             9/22/96

 

Who Hears the Dusk?

 

The dusk is heard by

grasshoppers

who come alive

in the summer evenings

greening with song.

 

The dusk is heard

by fireflies

who send up their small

beacons

dancing over the grass.

 

The dusk is heard

by old women

who, forgetting the meaning of “now”

move between times,

traveling

deep into night.

 

The dusk is heard by

shooting stars

spreading their fireworks

across the cooling sky

 

The dusk is heard

by angels

who come down

to our sides,

watching

watching

while the round earth turns

in the heavens.

 Karin Forno

9/23/07