As I fell toward the black water,
reflections of the world reached out to me...
Heroes have walked this broken path—
shades of music lost to the wind,
come near to the throne and lain
upon the ancient stone flags...
It’s the open road away from some part of me
something left behind that I may never return to...
Along a village street in fall weather dreams
we float together by the light of a harvest moon...
Everything is speaking to me,
whispering to me,
urging me out to peer over the edge
at the far below place of song and shadow...
Fear the waking nightmare out among the dunes
It comes crawling over sands that move like water
to this harbor in the dry mountains
bent on awakening the forgotten ways...
A doorway empty and charred awaits
Look in and see what you left behind
Forgotten on the path to rapture...
Still they speak in whispers of the intangible
Silver shadows crawling over the night-soaked walls
Fall silent when I raise my head to listen.
At great distances lies the secret to vision without movement
Waves crashing in stop-motion—the artist’s strokes slow, deliberate—
Press a button and the whole film plays in seconds
Millennia compressed to a bite-sized chunk
That still manages to get stuck in the throat
Though we didn’t need to breathe, anyway.
Hands scarred and hardened with useStrike wood and metal to create steel magicCoaxing demon cries from the choking neckBending wails echo off marble ceilingsScreaming upward ever higher To pierce the veil and reign in new dayHeralded by thunder.A thousand kings march to slow deathPassing into shadow without care or thoughtSwept into the wash of timeAlready… Continue reading Endings