Prelude to an ending
Can you imagine a necklace around a dove
Or the lights falling from the sky
Like my eyes bleeding from this remove
Into the orbit of an unknown
An older world dissolving about my feet
I tread softly upon this silken road
Wary of offence, and the clutter of possessions, revelations like
Thought and feeling clamouring from their perch
Well-meaning, but growing wearier with each ageing moment
Could I persuade it any other way
So deluded, so brave
And it all, and it all comes down to what remains
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Easier in surrender with no expectancy or doubts of certainty
Belief no injury nor a giving heart
The receiving tempered by old wounds and confessions
But as blood would have
Those phantoms disposed on the wind
Gone with what keeps coming back
And over that far hill
Rediscovering hope, that angel sang Gabriel to sleep
Left open the way to paradise or was it to judgement
As it goes, no throwing of stones can tell
Then in ovation, benedicting
Dreaminess a celebration, the missing muse of history
And this recognition, the fullness of being and oblivion
A kind of sanctuary
Looking out windows into the internal voice
Where the slipstream cruises to a cerebral sentient world
A precursor to that final warmly invented treat
Before the birds arrive
Homesick, but complete
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Poem started sometime 2017 and heavily revised January/February 2018 listening to Hope Sandoval, and others. Photo by my son Ryan.