Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Fragility . . .


Profound as the imperishable sky
and deep as the dynamic sea . . .
where the blue of the morning glory . . 
whispers of that crepuscular night
when my lonely and broken body
cast asunder on a rocky shore . . .
tossed, devoured by the shades of time . ..
stormy were the intemperate waters
. . . waves pounded on the salted heart
and the drifting sands reverberated
with a fearful timpani .  ..
along with the melancholy winds. . .
sighing like a thousand violins  . .
streaming through that dark and blistering night . .
and the distant cry of a lonely beast . .

oh that long and lonely night . .
a ship so lost along the way
o'er powered by clashing tempests
and a star that would not shine . . .


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Listen . . 
things that fly in the wind
rub together . .  a friction
like a single star that flickers through clouds
a glittering tear
on the shoulder of the mountain
as she ascends with a thousand children
and a hundred thousand hopes
. . . the dreams that whip
like streamers through the night
. . . . are stretched and frayed
as they wind around the
sharp black crags
. . . . fingers scratching at an unmoving sky
. . . . silhouettes leaning on a bloated moon
. . . . they move slowly through the
unrelenting night . .
phantoms of the lost
delicate tendencies and
apparitions bespoke,
the lost are but the stumbled,
chance taken . . . broken . .
when they reach the highest wing span
where angels never fly
. . . . their thoughts expand and reach to god
held gently in a tender hand . . 
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