Dah Dahlusion Poet Free verse

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.

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from my 6th book-length manuscript

"A Longer Journey" was first published 
in 'The Linnet's Wings' (Ireland)

©dah / dahlusion 2015 all rights reserved

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Chelcie Darling September 11, 2016 at 12:12 AM I felt so small while reading this! Like an ant!! ( : Very descriptive!! Dah Dahlusion September 11, 2016 at 9:39 AM Yes, as physical beings, we are like ants; as spiritual energy, we are gods and goddesses. So glad it works for you. Thank you Chelcie! ––))

Alan L Boles September 6, 2016 at 10:43 AM Excellently written. Dah Dahlusion September 7, 2016 at 10:50 AM Thank you, AlanPoet! –-))