- Category: Culture
- Created on Sunday, 04 March 2012 08:53
- Written by Preach
This comes from of wine and words.
lion of the winter (for louis reyes rivera)
posted by Preach
they say a lion in winter is a sign of sadness.
that there will soon be an end to mornings when he can roar and stir dust an end to his eyes scanning jungles concrete and sublime a time where his teeth become brittle like memories that may clear the way.
but what they don't tell you is that a lion of the winter is still and forever a king.
the roars inlaid with youth's own gold and fire and all things that mean power is his own earned and shining crown so he can put that in his pocket and rumble low when he speaks because you see, his message talks loudest in the thunder.
the lion of winter broke jazz out of jail made bullets realize their own tears and resuscitated souls stuck in sidewalk scars young cubs hinged on his words until they could form their own and roar and that gave him joy, you see.
don't let them tell you the lion in winter is a heartbreaking sight because the end is near and that his scattered scriptures won't live because each roar each rumble he made is the born heart of another poet the fervent blood of another writer and if you truly listened and loved him
that roar still lives in you.