The earth has retreated
Pulling itself inwards
If it can’ t find water then it seeks blood
Anything to quench it
I hold dust in my hands
Sowing it over the alter
The skies stare down beautifully
Over a harvest of skeletons.
For Radisson….. sometimes we have to wait patiently for rain. Thank you for the drink x
The seeker asks the mage,
“what is the purpose?”
Mage: “To complete.”
Seeker: “And what is the task?”
Mage: ” To complete.”
Seeker: Silence
Start writing.
Carving stone with a feathered quill
Wading upon the depths of the breaths of the gods, who stammer out rules that no one can abide
I walk beside ponds that are shallow as they are round, and bask in the warmth of dying suns
Stars are born, littering the path
Steps are lighter and the path is brighter.
Waiting for time to slip silently
Secretly
Lies cave in with tumult and sound
Crushing bystanders and those in the wake of it
Friends…hold tight standing firm.
Lovers…..never let go…
Everybody else …slips
As stones and catastrophes slide effortlessly down
Like butter in a hot skittle
And whisky down a parched throat.
I am a funnel of dreams
Spewing out like a smoking furnace
Encapsulating a fleeting response to catastrophes and carving them into stone for people to relive and be relieved
Catapulting the unconscious into the conscious
I will tear apart walls
and reveal the truth to all who ask
Seek and you will find
Healing happens within the walls of your mind
I want the the limitless sky
The angels to kiss my cheek
and help me fly
I want a boundless field to run and legs that never grow weary
I want an ocean as clear as the air around me
and Energy that never ceases
I want the world and all of it to love me
and never leave me.
Standing deep
In cold water
Watching it lapping
Over and over
Coming up and pulling back
Silken
Frigid
Soothing burning
Can I stay here?
Don’t ask me to leave it
Let me sink slowly
Just like a feather
Softly falling
Below the surface
Vast and covering
Just like a blanket
Let me stay here
And hide beneath it
