Promises of Earth


44
There is no freezing eternity
Not time, not my picture, not video
Nothing can capture who I was

Though I bid you farewell
In a thousand soft loving poems
Thine, in my heart, lived
Where the soul dwelled
That soul that brought dreams alive

Not of my own volition
But for my love of you
That is the weather-beaten

Secret of the human heart
That the sun beams a thousand times
On our years of mirth and toil
To labour was simply another
Way of exercising love

For the world and those dearly possessed
For a few weeks, a few key interactions
That shall this be true, that

All good things come to an end
Should now love more, that once was lesse
All Elegies to their doom must last
In the rest of the moment’s embrace
That is where I left my soul

That is where I left my body
That is the favourite moment
Of such an ordinary heart

The purgatory where my life-force
Rushesth violently in melodious promising retorne.

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Celebration


Waltz of the polar lights

Listen to me as I listen to the rain
Listen to me as one listens to the footsteps
Of the sun outshining other suns
Without listening or looking but being

With eyes open inward, at divinity
Where divinity is everywhere
And nature is a dynasty of divine everything
With all five senses awake and

Crown and thunder and golden bird
Magically in tune with the inner language
Of empathy and pure identification
That I am you and you are a part of me

A light footstep of syllables that never ends
One continuous language, one love transferring life
From body to body, time to time
Until air and water, words and matter

All live on like this moment of memory
With somebody remembering what was once
But a clamour of history, a spark at the edge
Of a universe, teaming with so many forms of life.

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Saucy Seraphs of Death


60

Death sets a thing to its significance
That was insufficient in life
The eye that hurried through

Goals, perished for its workmanship
We all work in crayon, and wool –
Industrious by passing necessity

As other creatures who have eyes
I see no other way, this world
Profits from the business of death

The distance of youth floods
Departs like the Grace departs
For each beloved hour, each beloved year

Death sets a thing to its significance
There are no tears that measure for the dead
Incognito, dust, how intricate the weeping dust!

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