I dreamt of night

 Night between the graves

Hosted by the nearby

The fallen comrades

Night select and sombre

Hidden in the moon

Delight and surprised night

Under, waves

And sad lines

Lingering in the other

 

And now just the end

And the relief

That the way is never as clear

And the darkness never complete

Worship

Sometimes i forget my name

And plunge into a world

Of sin and symbol

Their innocent frame

Condemns me

And i am left

Without

On other days

I sing to god

To jesus and his blood

And feel bereft

Of all the sin

That the good lord

Lives within

How i raise my daily voice

Depends on something deep

The want and will

Of all my soul

The epitaph to my day

 

We worship what we know not

And worship still is sane

For in the heart there lies a pane

A mirror of the man

Its fulling sense

A mystery

Its sacrosance

Impenetrable

 

Here are my arms

My legs my voice

My flesh with all its deeds

Here are my hopes

The shattered ones

To blood and god and me

Recollection  

Handle this with care

I thought

And bent to breathe

The moment became

Another

And silently

I touched

And began again

Not breathing

This time

 

Lines 

Alone we make

The teeming sea

A planet

And sit at its heart

Beckoning to songs

And poets

We search

And send the fair

And the gods

To the blue

Knowing this

Only this ebb

This flow

Is a tide of lines

Compelling

And withdrawing

And kneeling before

The silent earth

Like lovers upon

An unearthly planet

Fleshed out in

this happenstance

by forms and rhymes

and endless ironies

line upon line

form upon form

sea upon sea

 

a line on a line

opon a line

Tonight      

I held the night at bay

While the wild demons

Rolled their eyes and

Denied the dark

I winced at god

And declared insane

The solid infants

Of my inner life

Sold to the innocence

Of so many hopes

Like solitary riders

Betwixt the ancients

Instead tonight

I smiled at Thebes

And corralled the horse

Of a thousand Greeks

For I was tired

And sought the solace

Of a new day

 

I said goodbye to you 

I said goodbye to you

It was an hello

An movement

Enigma

I wove the words

You stopped them short

And there in life

We waved goodbye

It was anon

An introduction

Reaper

It was dark

And the night held

The light at bay

 

The evening stirred

An antichrist

Restless to replace the Christ

 

Within this limitlessness

He stood arms astride

Hidden in limbs

 

The wind seemed not

To stir him

Decrying him

In sound and stem

 

Reap and sow

Sow and weep

Said the wind

 

Aloof and steady

He stood

Neither ploughing

Nor sowing

 

Maybe he was weeping

Maybe he was waiting

For the light

 

preceding 

before the walk

was the preceding

and earlier than that

the foreboding preceding

and prior to that

before the after

was the ceding