Silver drops Of water sit on its Cool green surface In voiceless eloquence
The nascent scent is fresh Wild And real Redolent with memories and truths of early days That evade language And pulse on a transcendent level
My unsettled heart knows And easily resonates with this diurnal rhythm That existed before the word Near the beginning Of what could have been Before the way was lost -
And then the drops turn to Rain and dark Tears
That stain the window I sit before In this self imposed prison Of a shabby life
Ruled by social torture and The sly manipulation of machines and Things beyond dead - We exist Together in separateness
Pleasantly shackled In this irrelevant circus of celebrity, destruction and death As senses dull Bodies die And Potential decays
Outside Wind caresses the trees And multitudes of leaves quiver -
The body Knows wrong and The body Sings strong
With senses keen and Mind resolute on escape Anger blooms full in my heart That I raise and swing - Chains break - walls burst -
And glass melts Into the earth as Rain wakes exhausted flesh To the rising thunder Of what will be For the body knows
In the poetry Of a leaf Waits revolution
This one hurt a little to bring out - looking for some suggestions/comments. Thanks all!