The Gift of a Special Needs Kid  (Inspired by Jeremy Black)
   Written by: Nilton Cesar Cardoso  (c) 2017
 
A hindered slanted walk
Or shorter retracted arm
A slow speech of talk
Or another different from the norm
It’s overlooked by the kid’s affected warmth
 And Innocent charm
Of a divine calm  
To any who mock, God has you on alarm
 
Your special need’s kid is not a mistake nor a curse
These little ones have the make of God’s worth
Challenged on earth

we walk for fifty years
lost in the ice domes
of this forsaken land
 
          ~
 
the Queen
sat high
on a throne
of clear glass tears
 
          ~
 
carved wood—
love letters written
before the dawn of time
 
          ~
 
moon dust
  moon walks—
a lonely planet
  for far off thoughts
 

God made you
in endlessly repeating
geometric shapes
 
triangles, circles
opening and dividing
 
until you created
your own vocabulary
set in theorems
 
lost in the proof
of your own humanity

between the stones
I listen for the sound
 
poisoned
under a tree
I hear the word
of mercy
 
wounded
  I sail through the darkness
    on the way
      to a lost continent
 
I tore myself up
from broken earth
to rise like a king
but fell, burnt out
like the dying sun
 
falling
into the mud
I look up into your eyes
until I see no more
 
  you
are a sculpture
  formed
from the lines
  of infinity
laid to rest

The leaves had been raked and piled up
    in drifts of gold and red.
The yellow and crimson autumn gifts
    over the land were spread.
The lake was a dark steel mirror for the firs
    and a few bright spires.
And the last of the geese were flying, high above they were flying
    The last few geese were flying and calling,
calling in farewell choirs.

The air held a sad damp scent of snow
    that I could scarcely believe.
I begged the great Northland for sunshine

Contemplation, deep in thought,

Your hand is cold
You lead me to the chamber
Blue light fills the air
Reflecting off your lily dress
 
We walk wordless, deeper
Into the dark, shrinking
Smaller and smaller, until
We disappear in the blue abyss
 
          ~
 
The strands of your hair
Lay haphazardly along your shoulder
 
Black silky strands contrast
The white of your lily dress
 
In the distance I hear
The faint sound of morning cars