Two suns in a day…
One sitting by me,
The other, in her way,
Perched heavenly.
How the universe
Throws me so
The heavens ablaze
And the earth aglow.
How could I doubt
The rising sun?
Oh what a thought
For eyes so won.
Here I was taken
To sit with you,
Found life mistaken
When I saw two.
My love for you
Is a ray of light,
Cantering through
Warm passages
Of a forgotten woodland,
Grazing upon a sweetness
That is
A whispering world.
There it will be
Yet after the death of wind,
After all has withered,
After Heaven,
Welcomes home,
Her children.
Find me in a courtyard
Of past thoughts and faiths,
Where humanity remembers
The times she was free.
How is it to know joy,
Without her sister,mortality?
What do we do,
When our eyes say everything?
Amongst the heavens,
Space between my emotions,
Passes just slower.
Had I been ready to pray,
When we sat beneath the oak,
What would have I to say,
If I hadn’t listened to these folk.
It’s not that careless I came,
Or that my spirit’s stern,
But nothing is the same
When I hear the oak and fern.
In the solitude
Of our temples heart,
We wrote our names
Into the wind,
A written music
For those with wings.
The perched prayers
Flutter…begin.
In that we wait for end,
Mid fading winds of sand.
In dark refuge of night,
Silent word prays…despite.
I whisper as one, another,
Who was left with little cover.
I saw the blooms of shiver cast,
Infant petals, not one the last.
Just before the wind had left
This wood had days not so bereft.
With all the thickets swaying bare…
This little bloom sways so fair.
Not only heaven fell to shore
When stumbled I on milky ore,
Long since the ocean, waves unfurled,
On shore laid thin her shawl to world,
And mountain, move’d far inland,
Swayed his self to shore as sand.
I stayed here, our world’s torn seam,
One man of men, looking within.
Photo Credit Harold Davis
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