Oh Sojourner

Oh Sojourner By Ingrid Showalter Swift Oh Sojourner Walk among the tall lithe pines as they sway beneath subtle hues of lavender’s dusk Reach your illuminas fingers with polished nails a-glittered in crystal-ed gold and diamond sight out and into this thrusting long light …Searing a golden pathway from sky into dark walnut and pine and lines of these byways ..only angels and devils alone ...dare tread This forest is a barrier thin enough to breech so teach me!.....I plead of you.... with lips blazing ... the need to speak volumes…like heat rising Make me a lit oiled lamp on a tall white post singing out ...streaming out into the streets gray toned and grayed with the beating of the merciless weakness ...of humanity lead me to hope….. yet still more and pray daring out …the dark night yearning for just yet another... lilt hearted singular spring day to awaken within the gates of this immortal town held aloft by bone cavern and pale flesh tenting Let light green springs erupt from me once more and flow through all I meet like the river shows the leaf to the ocean and then to the shore once more