I gather my thoughts
while dew gathers in sun
sharing a moment
of infinite now ~
basking in ponders
that too soon surrender,
like as the dewdrops that vanish
Never far from reach I keep
a shattered crystal vase
its jagged edge reminding me
of things best left behind ~
of what once was.
but I shall wield it
like a knife,
the weapon in its flaws
to ward off further robbery,
vouchsafe the fading memories
I keep ~ of what once was
Van Gogh clouds in a Monet sky,
Giger creatures drifting by
Looking down on me.
Bamboo thoughts filling moonscape mind,
unforgotten dreams unwind;
Nothing here to see.
Hiding in the brushstroke grey,
As I listen to the nothing to say
Taunt me to seek them out
Somewhere between hope and doubt.
Know better than to play their game
Cuz everything will stay the same.
So I just sit as tho
A bas relief I told you so.
Dali start to a Rockwell day,
Nothing sudden along the way
Mozart soul in a Ke$ha world
Surrealistic wings still furled
Not flying free.
Idles in the “nothing new”,
Keeping visions from coming true,
Pokes fun at those who try
To soar to a different sky.
Til at last the evening comes,
When the promise of tomorrow numbs
I’m but an unhewn stone
A sculptor’s chisel never known
as dawn unfurled in partly clouded sky, ~
and painted heaven with a crimson hue, ~
the thoughts that came to mind were twice as high,
as cloud or soaring hawk, or shards of blue,
those random bits of sky that hid behind,
the storms as they dispersed and took their leave,
great peace infused each corner of my mind,
as tho an inspiration or reprieve.
and so before my day could quite begin,
with all the many things that must be done,
propitiation for whatever sin ~
was granted by the glory of the sun.
and tho we’re told tis not for joy birds sing,
a higher truth exists in everything.