Floating into this maddening, tumultuous trance,
Mocking my own fatigue wherever found.
Snatching wide the emptiness
Riding abreast against high silvery clouds of harmonious sound.
My shell – an object to be inwardly consumed -
Standing weakened, balanced 'til the convulsive wind awakes.
There thick hung vestal torches gleamed
'Neath my silvery feet, while placid masks
Sear the senses enlightening the heart of all things.
Unwashed joys share my earthly blooms,
Cheek to cheek un-faded in the thought it brings.
My soul linked to this shell like a common galley slave -
With my nature born with all the love to hold the forms I make.
Yet it crumbles me with each breath with the greatest loving caress.
Golden fruit hides the scathing ache
As pleasure un- hides all that once laid hidden;
I gave all I have hoping my ideas took.
The cloud blooms as the winded music fills the air,
Time stands still buried in my reflective look.
Feeling this flush of pleasure that invades my stare;
My soul shakes loose the burden of my flesh.
Then like a gallant kite flinging high
I chide for it is not vanity nor is it fresh;
It borders on brutish within a vaporous tunneling sight.
Nature's cadency dancing to her joy of strength
With harmonious limits of her enlightened might.
I give all of my impulses to these, my un-minded lengths,
Within the melody’s measure my rapid heart tries best to keep.
The winds of my breath making me a cloud with weightless turns,
Devising me deeper into this place that makes my bodiless soul weep.
Within that prodigal overflow of life that love spurns,
Sweet sounds shed from me like white garments with flowery coronals
Making me holy in the pageantry of my fates.
The beautiful sound, a measure of time in circles
Stirring my heart until I can no longer await.
Then when the dizzy tunnel spins again youth falls from me.
And it blooms once again then shrinks back to its original size -
Then come the many smiles with a glow on their honeycombed faces.
Dream- wondering I fade into the skies
Like an unaccustomed ghost stumbling over my own grave.
For my grave is always just 'neath my feet with its placid face -
But with a melded mind I meditate on my love riding life's waves
Giving that death mask a smile within God’s gentle loving embrace.