In recurring chills of meditation,
This manuscript of
age reads incomplete.
Distractions of light harmonising dark,
Melancholy truths move on footsteps fleet.
Effecting my dawn in waking motion,
From which no dream
survives wholly intact.
Methods of recall but aid and abet
Crimes of confusion; their glory detract.
Entering existence, prepared to fall;
Satisfied to
wander desolate space.
With a setting sun I seek horizon
From failure gained of affections misplaced.
Living a lie, doubting of tomorrow;
Untouched by the
kindness of yesterday.
Contemptuous wonder judging intent;
Bitten by silence, no words left to say.
Chance meeting in verse, catalyst of hope,
Touched by
a stranger, urgent yet unforced.
Without expectation a need fulfilled;
Freedom and worry finally divorced.
Unexplained silence no longer a sin.
Comfort of knowing
separates the days
Of a cold, aging past controlled by fear,
From rebirth, mastering all I survey.
Threaded together through years contented,
Shrouds of
darkness: unanswered, ancient, tossed,
In forgotten rivers of tears flowing
To waters of us; on their currents lost.
Concealed laughter freed from vacant-eye jail.
Released
from their bondage, ascending through
Volumes of time on wings of acceptance -
Heralding day in surprises
of you.
