A Longer Journey

Makers of eternity thunder and fear, I bring this offering, my used soul, in return for a length of life longer than eternal, a slash of lightning to break the dark, sunbeams, a stillness that moves me. This thin air, this breath, a momentary escape, here, forsaken and twisted, rotted like an old storm, caught in death’s drift, hardened by an acrid drip of ice. If I could break myself, these habits, these scattered moments. If I could cut like heat through the final ice, melt, spill, ooze, discharge a living hiss, some eternal life. I rush to you this offer, crash into time, carry wind in my lungs, waves of blood, drums in my heart, I rush and pass faster into this growth of hollow space, a cold dull gasp, lips mute, eyes dumb. Do not sever this hope from me, do not break me here on earth, a longer journey, a longer journey, good fortune, good luck, a shot in the dark, more hours on the clock, a longer journey. Gods of eternity thunder and fear I bring this offering, my used soul, broken, dismantled. This is all I have and you have so much. ---------------------------------------------- from my 6th book-length manuscript "A Longer Journey" was first published in 'The Linnet's Wings' (Ireland) ©dah / dahlusion 2015 all rights reserved