Vernum Purgatio
Who shall purge the earth
O vernum purgatio
Love delayed its birth
Spring lit us with fires
Shooting messages like leaves
Winter wipes away
When the dross is gone
Nothing shall be left but dunes
Without memory
Mulch was once a man
Before the trees were shaken
And gold turned dreams brown
Winds twisting the sands
Has left no landmark for faith,
Trust oasis dries
Yet I drink belief
Not from dry democracy
But in sharing grief
The common pain bonds
Us to the common fear, we
Find the ash fertile
When the fire is gone
We may plant things without salt
That burns the aged wound
Spring is flowers time
And birds singing, not eyes brined
And blind stones with wings
Where is the river
That scrubs the stones white with froth
And wash soils to naught?
The rain raged its flood
Now streets are covered with mud
Clotting up the veins
Can I tell you, love
I do not hope for peace still
It buds from a dream
I'm half cleanse by winds
Prune, and light from dusty moon
Nothing there but rocks.
Vernum purgatio
Visions perish on the tongue
Nothing there but rocks
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2012
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