April 26th 2005
April 26th 2005
Once again – like on April 26th – I had opportunity to lay
under that enormous – self-consuming – orb of bright flame
sending out and all around, it’s essence, in glorious ray,
turning this withering, old planet into colours of the same
hue, that, for some time to come, will. upon me, stay.
Breezes blow to cool, caress, kiss, twirl and dance
through the forests of this old planet turning red
- forests soaked in crystal droplets – not by chance
but by the pouring out this old planets essence - toe to head.
Drawn to the surface by fires, creating rainbows to enhance.
Waves of sounds, of instruments, of lyrics, of voice
skate across the ice fields of this old - laying soul.
Zamboni scraping layers into flakes, shivers of choice
that was and was not for me or anyone to know,
yet these chilling moments come to the surface, give voice
to all that has and has not come to light - may or may not show
what may lay within the heart, behind the mask, within the psyche.
Do we dance upon illusions ?, guided by the way the wind blows ?
Is this ballet, the pirouette to life’s adventure for me to see ?
An afternoon under Helios’s, penetrating light, this is where I go.
B. J. “A” 2
May 26th 2005
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