Goldmund, were

Goldmund, were
To the personage of my youth & the sorrows ‘she’ may have known
‘Goldmund’ a german name, literally: Goldmouth
6 february 2022

What wind you sailed on…. a Weathercat frozen moment on a stick

Goldmund,
were your
golden mouth
now, lips
that opened
out in smile,
eyes that
lifted morning
toward me,
were your
mouth in
softness
speaking,
i would
know the
tale
Goldmund,
where did
you hide
yourself?
lost in days
that deceived
in sameness,
were your
mouth in
sadness
curling,
would you
tell me
what your
living cost
of dream
and would
i know the
tear that
rolled
down
into
heart?
Goldmund,
are you hearing
the bird in dusk,
that startled
in the ear’s
cloister
dropped a
peeble on
to stone?
were you
speaking as
if before curtains
that dappled on
a breeze, would
you tell me the
wind you
sailed on, tell
me where
it landed?
Goldmund
bring your
whisper
over
the
cup
to the
tune of
your
eyes,
Goldmund
shall we
talk?

Copyright © 2022 Peter Le Baige. All Rights Reserved

Click on the link above to hear a reading of the poem.  The accompanying music is from the third movement (Andante con moto—Allegro) 0f Johannes Brahm’s     Sonata for Clarinet and Piano in E flat Major Op. 120 No. 2, performed here by Yuja Wang & Martin Fröst at the Tsinandali Festival in Georgia in September 2019.