When creation opened her arms you were there,
From the beginning we two at the making of the tear,
The leaving of the womb, but I shall not decline the joy of birth,
I come to your celebration, light swaddled, seeding the earth
Sunrise blew out the candle of the stars, lit the sea gold
And turn the heart to bird wings in the cage of our soul
I know your are dancing to the same beat as I
The light dances too upon the canvas of your eye
And I dance, breaking the chains of space and time
And the earth sings on, piping your birth and love sublime.
Some crumble at the breath of a wind or sudden drop of rain.Plucking false joys,or snorting
ounces of pain.Because of ones dreams no more can see,failure is taken as decree.See in
this life you may not know,you win,lose,pass,fail,die..or u chose to grow.So with this most
are left bound in the worlds sins,only to stop and think then...Look what ive become take a
look at me now,crying and analyzing their life avow.Not knowing what is an obstacle but an
excersize,ment to build u stronger as you rise?So as for i myself and me....failure will never
be.And why settle for comfort when i am free?So i will fly and defy above every eye,and
when it is my time oh...i will shine!Thru every joy and pain my light will be seen.On every
mountain top,upon every hillside.And as my light shines through the trees...i will dance!my
victorious rhythm upon the clouds of eternity.
...dedicated to Hart Crane (1899-1932)
From dark to light transfusing in a flash,
your silver-sequined mystery
that breathes new electricity,
it shines where none has shone before,
this trembling luminescence,
through waves refracted with your sheen
yet shows no movement readily,
no broken sea reveals your rippled hand.
Layer on layer endlessly,
the waves preclude all semblance of your face,
and roll, so indeterminate their swell,
that light cannot quite penetrate the gloom;
and sun and stars no energy can gather
to clarify your loveliness for me.
Yet in the dusk your light still lingers,
bright and undeniable, the mystery
still haunts my dreams and will for evermore.
Until I walk with you in light once more.
I celebrate no light switched off,
I celebrate no ragged cough,
But sing, I do, the men of mind,
And I myself, who am not blind.
I sing the pride of happy wealth---
That light-foot walk of free men's health
When, with chains of tyrants cast away,
Promethean minds invent and play.
They lighten loads and brighten night,
They make the wings of length'ning flight,
They shake up songs to which we dance,
That light-foot walk may full enhance,
Then smooth our throats with meds upon
To celebrate the light switched on!
Luminescence
...for Hart Crane
From dark to light transfusing in a flash,
your silver-sequined mystery
that breathes new electricity,
it shines where none has shone before,
this trembling luminescence,
through waves refracted with your sheen
yet show no movement readily,
no broken sea reveals your rippled hand.
Layer upon layer endlessly,
the waves preclude all semblance of your face,
and roll, so indeterminate their swell,
that light cannot quite penetrate the gloom;
and sun and stars no energy can gather
to clarify your loveliness for me.
Yet in the dusk your light still lingers,
bright and undeniable, the mystery
still haunts my dreams and will for evermore.
Allow me to be by your side once more.
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