Author’s Prologue

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My life has been an author’s prologue
Godsped the days of summer’s end
That let me love, and forget to write
My hands trembling, at my seashaken house

With the foam of the Gods spraying me
Until my lucky stars fall into sunset’s net
Eternal waters tackle me into the clouds
I kneel with my fishwife by the coast

Where I stab heavenly birds with beloved eyes
All I have known and seen has come to this –
The poor peace of a timeless song
The rest beyond pan and flute and melody

And a comfort beyond prayers and pain
My life has been an author’s prologue
And as a poet to a thousand strangers
I gave my heart, the fire of birds
The world’s turning light, that is never enough.

Photography Credits: http://www.deviantart.com/art/our-390450759

3 thoughts on “Author’s Prologue

  1. so much to say here, wonderful! the world’s turning light is never enough… too true (I have a ticking clock in my head and an obsession with legacy, desperate to get everything down on a page but so little time!). Great poem, mon amis 🙂

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