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A Power Omniscient

You are, my love
my love
Little do you know it
but you are, my love
my love
Little do I know it
but I am, my love
your love

for there is a power within us
a power without us
a power omniscient

for there is a time of darkness
a time of lightness
a time unrelenting

for there is a passion within us
a passion without us
a passion profound

for there is a strength of courage
a strength of weakness
a strength enlightened

for there is a fragility within us
a fragility without us
a fragility chaotic

for there is a feeling of real
a feeling of magic
a feeling primal

for there is a treasure within us
a treasure without us
a treasure omniscient

for you are, my love
my love
Little do you know it
but you are, my love
my love
Little do I know it
but I am, my love
your love

 

This is a shortened version of the poem I wrote in 2015

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The biography of time

I see spumes of decay
drifts of dreams
sky whales
the distance of belief
tai chi
the blue of you, when grey
patience
reticence
impatience
omnipotence
nonsense
fun
and things that are big, poofy, and full of humidity

I see filigrees of snail trails
slush puppies
art creating itself
knitted petals
reflected images
scratched and bleeding scars
philosophy
theology
mythology
apologies
ecomusicology
puddings
and pyramids unwrapping their mummies

I see the biography of time

Clouds without rain

Clouds without rain
evaporate
into ghosts

Memories
eroded and forgotten
barren souls of bleached bone

The immortality of time
carries with it
life

That, moment
when rain explodes
with pungent echoes of its death

That, fleeting moment
when
you remember your own

ghosts

I have tree sap in my veins

***

I have tree sap in my veins
Rainwater in my tears
My spirit plays with thunderous joy
as the sunshine in my soul
bleeds

and as petals of love
open and sway
a fragrant caress
comes my way

I have tree sap in my veins
Lightning in my heart
My bones ache for the grind to ease
as the vision in my sight
fades

and as the night
makes way for day
a haunting feeling
comes my way

I have tree sap in my veins
Birdsong in my brain
My skin teeters on the edge of time
as the moonlight in my shadow
shines

and as sleepy waves
roll over my clay
I close my eyes
to dream of the day

***

as winter rips

Leaves shiver so
as winter rips
as they cling to life

Birds peck frozen earth
as winter rips
as they cling to life

Woody blood slows
as winter rips
as they cling to life

Time is silent
as winter rips
as each moment

… dies

… and ever on the wanderer toils

~

… and ever on the wanderer toils
to collect the wind-blown mighty spoils

From whence he came
to where he travels
he cannot answer
for his echo, unanswered

He watches with an unfeigned smile
his eyes a-twinkling
his heart on fire

He is the keystone
between light and dark
reading the script
to be the guide and to hark

… and ever on the wanderer roams
to collect the vestiges of broken souls

To sing, dance and fly
are his only wishes
but Earth-bound mortal
his solitude immortal

He speaks of the silent crashing waves
with his spirit and life
with his peaceful malaise

He is the leaf
‘pon which the dusts settle
for his rain of love
gives our rust its mettle

… and ever on the wanderer dreams
to collect the ticket for his own release

New paths born out of the shadows

***

Reflections of time
dance upon the darkened road
where lost hope
is found within life’s
brilliance of possibilities

and so the path
to new
is only shadowed
by those cold feelings
of night’s naked sleeplessness

***

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