Gardens and Shrines
And so we ascended to a garden of earthly delights wherein in all manner of noble and beautiful things were assembled for the betterment of the mind and the delight of the eye.
The evening sky was an Angel in rags
All golden tatters running to horizon
Chasing the sun as he fled
Hair aflame crashing down through blue skies into the sea.
The evening sky was a plumed serpent
shedding iridescent scales as it fled through the horizon
The evening was a tattered sky full of golden ragged light
wrinkles in all the right places
associating with any Angel that will have me
solace in the desert
Beware of strange fires burning under a pale desert moon
landfall and caves of the mind
sunrise in the dessert
the flesh falls away from the bones
leaving something bleached and barren to a cool sun and dry air
tight fisted yucca blossoms looking like popcorn balls
you fear that you know what you are looking at
At the eye of a spiritual hurricane
at the center of things
the center will hold, it must
Softly the Morning Comes
dozing in the gloaming
dreams borne of gathering light
a river runs over it
a band of ice clouds flows through the sky on a river of air
silky veins of water slip down wet rocks to the pool below
a warm and beautiful night
softly the morning comes
softly my lover hums
gentle are the breezes that blow
God only knows where my mind goes
so gentle a breeze that my wind chimes scarely tinkle
grasping clouds and holding them gently in my mind
written on soft morning breezes
rising with the birds on the air
blue heaven cascading past the painted trees
Calm the winds.
Queue the Sunset.
Awaiting another pastel miracle.
Creeping up on the liquid mirror to gaze upon the sky.
The whole wet world is orange at the closing of the day
A untilled field of liquid light.
Waiting to be harvested by the eyes.
And I will wash myself in clouds.
But if it is after eventide then I with bathe in stars.
And use the moon for soap–if she doesn’t mind.
And at sunrise, I will burn away the sleep with morning’s fire.
And rise with birds on white or ebon wings.
And I will move across the skies with a burning orb.
And watch it all disappear at the sun’s setting.