I recall the August sky
Alight and dripping
With the waxing candles
Of the poet's holy flame
And by this nectar
He scribed his desires
Impermanently
Upon the shore:
"Libera Nos A Malo"
And by his own command
He shed the garments
Bound to his skin
And laid them upon the earth
Blinking and weeping as though birthed
By the force of the ocean
By the love of his Father
By the light of the poet's holy flame
Reveling
In the newness
Of life unbound by the husk
Of becoming civilized
Marveling
Alongside the moon
At the wonders
Of the earth
And by this nectar
He scribed his desires
Permanently
Upon the dust:
"Libera Nos A Malo"
And by its celestial command
He shed the skin
Bound to his soul
And laid it upon the wind
Grinning and dancing
Creating waves in the sand
As though reborn
By the light of the poet's holy flame
Apr 26, 2013
Apr 26, 2013 at 8:21 PM UTC
I recall the August sky
Alight and dripping
With the waxing candles
Of the poet's holy flame
And by this nectar
He scribed his desires
Impermanently
Upon the shore:
"Libera Nos A Malo"
And by his own command
He shed the garments
Bound to his skin
And laid them upon the earth
Blinking and weeping as though birthed
By the force of the ocean
By the love of his Father
By the light of the poet's holy flame
Reveling
In the newness
Of life unbound by the husk
Of becoming civilized
Marveling
Alongside the moon
At the wonders
Of the earth
And by this nectar
He scribed his desires
Permanently
Upon the dust:
"Libera Nos A Malo"
And by its celestial command
He shed the skin
Bound to his soul
And laid it upon the wind
Grinning and dancing
Creating waves in the sand
As though reborn
By the light of the poet's holy flame
