Greeting the skies as
The fires arise,
We contribute our own,
Burn them down, to the bone.
And as zephyrs are hurled
‘Cross the heavens unfurled
We abandon our
Persistent Friend;
Leave him deep in the Dark,
Where the World
Won’t distend.
As Enraptured Eyes
Drink velvet skies
And rockets soar
Within,
We paw at the heavens
In sixes and sevens
Dragging them down
To engorge us within.
We build our own logic
In towers of toothpicks
And laugh as it crumbles
Into clarity.
We scatter its ashes in
Serpentine splashes,
Cresting drunken peaks as we
Shimmer like freaks.
Giddy we run, with palms
Full of sun, falling to nature’s
Verdant embrace.
Through swords of green
We join at our seams
Rising and falling,
Our sanity stalling, as we
Lustily chase what we seek.
And at the dying of the day,
We linger, happy, small and fey,
Reeling and ponderous
Sated, and wondrous
as sun cries its light
through the leaves.
Jun 16, 2012
Jun 16, 2012 at 12:02 AM UTC
Greeting the skies as
The fires arise,
We contribute our own,
Burn them down, to the bone.
And as zephyrs are hurled
‘Cross the heavens unfurled
We abandon our
Persistent Friend;
Leave him deep in the Dark,
Where the World
Won’t distend.
As Enraptured Eyes
Drink velvet skies
And rockets soar
Within,
We paw at the heavens
In sixes and sevens
Dragging them down
To engorge us within.
We build our own logic
In towers of toothpicks
And laugh as it crumbles
Into clarity.
We scatter its ashes in
Serpentine splashes,
Cresting drunken peaks as we
Shimmer like freaks.
Giddy we run, with palms
Full of sun, falling to nature’s
Verdant embrace.
Through swords of green
We join at our seams
Rising and falling,
Our sanity stalling, as we
Lustily chase what we seek.
And at the dying of the day,
We linger, happy, small and fey,
Reeling and ponderous
Sated, and wondrous
as sun cries its light
through the leaves.
copyright 2012, David J. Goodwin
Jun 16, 2012
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