...Setting a stolid face...
Why again––
Why did I fill each step with care
Evading your gaze
Eyes only on the path
Sidestepping your shadow
Through the open haze
Seeing through you
Like empty air
Taking from you
Thus
Us
How again––
Have I lost you for so long
Taken into the energy of oblivion
The adrenaline of a lifetime
A windswept windchime
Compassion, passion
Every melody
But your song
A hundredfold
Finally
––For me––
A bell tolled
...Within your infinite embrace...
Saturday, July 14, 2018
Friday, July 6, 2018
Cliffjumper
If I
close
my
eyes
it's
easier
Eyes to eyes
The granite margin
Ears to ears
The west wind calls
Impulsive bliss
Only to imagine
A thousand fears
A thousand falls
A
coward's
eyes--
what's
wrong?
Eyes to eyes
A preterm pride
Ears to ears
Canyon-bound
The seeker's creed
Without the heart
A thousand lost--
A thousand found.
Saturday, January 27, 2018
Cardinal
North to none, the void of night,
South to skies and gift of sight,
West to wings of worlds to write,
East to all engulfed by light.
North to numbers' ceaseless flow,
South to souls of winds ablow,
West to wax wicks, waning slow,
East to echoes doomed to grow.
North where naught is different daring,
South with sundered souls despairing,
West of time and words uncaring,
East––the end of world sans bearing.
The longer the winds blow, the further we travel toward unheard echoes, the more we yearn for that which we can never attain. So close, and yet so far...the path in the rubble, the arrow in the dust...the soul is but a sail, destiny but a destination...within the tempest that is time, we all seek our bearing.
South to skies and gift of sight,
West to wings of worlds to write,
East to all engulfed by light.
North to numbers' ceaseless flow,
South to souls of winds ablow,
West to wax wicks, waning slow,
East to echoes doomed to grow.
North where naught is different daring,
South with sundered souls despairing,
West of time and words uncaring,
East––the end of world sans bearing.
The longer the winds blow, the further we travel toward unheard echoes, the more we yearn for that which we can never attain. So close, and yet so far...the path in the rubble, the arrow in the dust...the soul is but a sail, destiny but a destination...within the tempest that is time, we all seek our bearing.
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