Excerpt, 2.
Lights, the horizon is so many lights, incandescent, warm,
flickering speckles that are so many, so many, not
infinite but somehow possibly they could be. Lights,
watch them across the water – the black water heavy below – and
the sky above glowing slight, falling off, the light’s wannings.
The blanket of lights, patchwork, glow, hard, definite,
and watching from the dark alone believing, no, understanding,
each light represents a life, lives; each square glow
trying perfection in geometry: perfect universes, each an entire
universe’s past, present, future. All near each other
but never rubbing, but never nearing, but never knowing another.
Each square bulb like a parable, and each night they burn on,
soft and without waver, with persistence known only by love and vengeance.
All of it seems born at one time from that dark river below…
born to that endless sparkling horizon, before bleeding into the
hazy glow of the night sky, before sinking back into the bare black.
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Our Souls Secrets
Even so it was with me when I was young
Fertile soil under my toes
Gabriel’s wings beneath my shoulders
So that I could take flight if ever the earth were to run dry
If we are natures fated, these are ours
This thorn to our rose of youth rightly belong
It is the show and seal of nature’s truth
Where love’s strong passion is impressed
By our remembrances of days foregone
We learn of life’s struggles to make our limbs stronger
So that we may find union in others who share those veins
And dig our souls into the luscious ground together
Whereby our youth is eternal
Fearing not the levity of true love
But still always longing to touch the sediments
That entwines us where we belong
Planting our roots deep to sustain our togetherness
Growing from that rich knowledge of a time passed
Feeding the earth with our strength in unity
Our souls secrets revealed
Comment by Kelly — October 18, 2007 @ 7:34 pm