Will you take a ride with me on an unsaddled pony,
past the dusky copper kettle glow of Gilead pond?
Two young, carefree kids wandering barefoot..
far as we can see the fields stacked in hay, our highway
The Summer sun we'll chase away to the end of days
'til the dark, moonless forest voices call.
No lightning lights Vega's face, not even your hand
catches Cassiopeia's distant glance.
Can we return one day to bottle cap mysteries untold,
down the long lost dusty finger of Birdie Galyan Road?
Dear God
In the sundry scatterness of truth
And the sultry pillage of the brute
Bind me up again
In swaddling rags
And burial ointment for the pain.
For through death
I shall approach my birth
Better than a resurrection
Of lilies
From the immortal bulb
Of only faith
Dear God
Let me be consumed in you.