I am for the soaring Eagle
Bulletin, forward then,
Criss-crossing sky paths
Drop my heart and feel it gone
Swooping in vermin found
Call out in the wild!
Hurah! Enthralled return
To the nest far away
High up in the sky
Falling down, golden tail
Return again to sky.
There is an animal that crosses the void
It’s path is not straight
It’s nose is it’s beacon
It knows and is not afraid
And justifiably conversely
Afraid when it does not know
Just like every other
It crosses the void
And stares into the eye of darkness
Tangled with streams of light
That make depth hard to perceive
For it is glorious, this darkness;
The heart of a wild breath
Beats strong in the shaking embers of life.
Morning breath of Saturday glory
Blinding in its sight
Focused on a path of tomorrow
For today is inescaped.
And far above on Midnight’s hill
Rode a tall and lanky Knight
Who dreamt of far off Damsels
Who wore bright flowers of ancient pattern.
Down they swooped and lush they bled
For their heart was bound thy sleeve,
And bottled in a pit of agony
Lay the tremors that fought against
Each and every missing link
Of ancient pattern’s bloom.
But there it grew, there it lifted
Above horizon and into morn’,
There the sight of our dear Knight
Rode amidst Valley full.
I wanted to climb into the embers of your heart so badly
That I wrote your name in ink ten times
And spoke to the Gods the colour of your eyes.
Your hair bound me in embrace,
And when I took my breath back inside my soul
It was your braided hair with its loose end
That was my direction home.
Each peak of the surrounding alps pinched the crisp air
So vividly, so clearly, that the tingling
Felt within my altitude heart
Brought a reverie so daring and honest
That even the Sun began to expose a pathway
Leading from my very spot to your omnipresent aura
I could feel beside my soul.
Various shades of darkness rode the wave of mystery
Deep within the bowels of a murky and eerie call,
And the source of each ripple floating outward
Seemed to be the very depth of my footsteps forth
Enticed by my soul belief that your chasm,
Your pulsating organ of electric arcs
Was my guiding orb I could see
Even as I swallowed water as breath
And traced the silhouetted branches
That floated above my remaining thoughts.
Blow me away.
Take me down a wild river
To let me float free
And with my branch
Through windy peaks,
Let the snow
Be upon my heart
As we move about the Alps.
Let me rock and sway and fall
Tumble as a dried up weed,
Feel me, lifeless,
Slip away from grip
So that I may be the reason
Listless and void
Would you follow me
Into depths of wonder;
A lion slowly looking back
Before entering its den.
And like the fanning feathers
Of an egret,
Would you care to my aging aims,
Darkened by time’s toil
Against that which is bad?
For my gravity is open,
My heart beats pure
In a bloom for your entering,
And I am trying
To hold my pen and my hammer
As I build for tomorrow.
I’ve unlocked the post of my field
The damn bookend that holds the seal
Has gone away with the morning hues of red.
I walked out into the winter storm
To feed the animals inside of me
A broken button healed my heart
And two burners boiled my water.
So just as my ticker has begun to tock
I’m whispering my odes to oaks,
I’m dressed in my Sunday best
To forget the truth of tomorrow.
I am trying to get it to sing to me
Willing it with my mind
And even as I sit here calm
I wonder how long it will remain.
No sound do I dare make
For fear that it should be startled
On its mind, no doubt instinctual
Hunting for its food.
I listen to the night sky pass
My heart and orbs of light
My mind full of nature’s song
I hope it will remain.