depart
shall i look there for a moment’s peace?
peace more enchanting than an autumn day,
which inscribes walls of marbled mountains,
infuses air with temperate atmosphere,
and ignites the fertile flow of lava.
perhaps if that distant spirit yearns,
to grasp the vessel of soil and stream
and pour into its final elixir
the path of single departure,
i shall go in.
for what is peace but the thread of loss?
the fabric woven by rumble and lash,
to create silver – a gentle veil
showing the rich spectacle,
of that blinded bluebird.
* * *
balance
it may not serve the boy,
with heavy limbs and
hungry heart,
to rest upon his mother’s lap
to live in ease, to feel no pain,
as earth erases below his feet.
how dare he please,
to live in harmony with this land,
harmed by none, questioned by few
to bathe in ceaseless waters,
and rest in ethereal silence.
he need not chase a heroic deed,
that mutes thunder and breaks storms,
only to have his name
sail beyond the twilight zone,
and glisten among the eternal heavens.
but through treasure and wane
he may create the steps of his unknown
to climb deeply within its corridors,
grasped by human thought,
damned by human woes.
to keep his balance, though,
through time and space and
this blasted place,
may he keep his feet in rhythm:
one, two, one two.
his arms in stride:
three four, three four.
his heart in beat:
lub dub, lub dub.
his mind in tune:
swish hum.
swish hum.
swish hum.
* * *
float
two cries on the northern shores,
and i may hear both
when one bellows, its steady tone
shudders my toes,
and the blood below my skin
corrodes.
but if i hear the other’s whisper
perhaps it may rain
and wash the wish of today away
through the reigns of my thirst
and cleanse my ears for
eternity.
more coming soon.