Stare into the depths of despair and grief.
Find hopelessness in the movements of the stars...
It isn’t all one single phosphorescence,
clinging to our exhaled breath for dear life...
Between fountains of light a well of darkness,
nightfall pouring into abyssal depths...
The lights are never off in that kingdom upon the hill
They shine everlasting over streets that cannot see them
and cry out for something more beyond a voice in the dark...
The closed-in world is here around me
In my bones, under my skin down to the soul
And all the fires rage far away from this place
With ice in my fingers I long for the flame...
This is the crossroads of a million worlds
A place to rest at the end of all paths
In a living ocean of thoughts and dreams
Impossible sky of cloud and color
Pulsing overhead with the power of the word
Like a blow from heaven, march of drum beats,
Behind it waits the end of days.
Ask, and the world will open itself unto you
The crystal passages spiraling to the center
Catacombs sprawling beneath the busy streets above
In light shunned by those who walk these halls.
Flames pulled the inner lining of my threadbare jacket
The only cover on a soul washed raw
A trickle of blood from an injury I never noticed
Washed by rain from my face upturned to the sky.
New ways open in the darkness around
Tempting away from the path through night
A lamp illuminates a stones's throw
And at its edge, darkness reigns.
There were people inside when the lights went out.The roads emptied, the world was still.Starlight whispered in the night— A million worlds in the depths of nothingWhere we were never meant to go.Find the way through, come back with light For those huddled in the darknessWho wait for the return of sweet air.Cold breath that… Continue reading Lights Out
The light is onRain falls heavy from an inkblot skyEyes watch broken glass for secrets reflectedHands caress age-dusted papyrus, seeking an answerBlood falls fresh from a wound opened each day anewEarth drinks deeply of the sanguine dropsBrief fire in the sky sets an aching heart aflameA matchstick extinguished; a forest on fireVoices on the wind… Continue reading Porch Light
When I came to the cove, I knew it immediately as the place I sought. The wind that had battled my advance across the open sea died as I brought my boat around the outcropping of rock that formed the entrance to the small harbor. I did not need to look at the aged photograph… Continue reading Ritual By the Sea