I: “Sky to Sea, Sea to Sky”
Alit with yesterday’s stars.
Slowly, the pale azure brushes upward,
A breath is held with care…
And all is light again.
Stifled and etched,
Words dancing along the heart,
Like fallen leaves that twirl upward
To caress and re-attach themselves
To wayward veins that seem to flicker from beneath, from below.
There, the hand is held.
Sunbeams prick the closed eyes,
Which nonetheless know the sheet of paleness
Intercepting strands of cloud.
Even the trees, which cross the roads of sky,
Cannot reach her with their branches.
As a leaf cuts through water
Like a bird’s clipped wing.
II: “Still and Stillness”
My hand presses against another old spine.
Moving on? Not yet.
A warmth spreads slowly, quietly, afraid to disturb
Me, Them, Us.
Fiery lights dart to and fro
As my eyes catch titles with a blink, a shutter.
Feet shuffling yet hands refuse. Division.
Sheets rustling. They breathe,
Grey, wistful faeries flit above hidden paths,
Sweeping dust away for words to grow.
One glance, afar.
A shadow hangs over the staircase of books.
A shadow that searches for me with a piercing, hollow gaze.
A shadow that I cannot decipher
Yet feel so safe with.
It fades before I can speak.
The walls inch toward me;
They threaten to constrict me.
But I know.
Before my last breath,
The rows flee back, and I am standing alone
Dust swirls into hidden creases.
A suffocating, last dance.
The spine tickles my fingertips.
Wrinkling papers and brows.
The bell brushes my senses with dull, golden paint.
But I am still not here.
A song that catches my throat,
Gentle vibrations afloat.
The small hand that reaches toward me,
To close my eyes, to quell my heart’s tempest,
Why are you translucent,
Like the weathered wing of a silken butterfly?
I let a breath inside, but it gets caught within the
Thorns that trail across the tender pinions
Of ossified birds.
Another one. This time the roses entangle the Spirit
In their web. Paralyzed, yet, flitting.
I try to meditate, to contemplate, to know.
But how can I, when I am both
I and I?
Two selves trying to unite,
Until the sword slices the darkening sky.
A blazing red fire burns from the dissolving blade,
Falling into rows of hourglasses
That stretch into the recesses of
Mind. Everything burns. . .
As ash rains down from
A cloudless Heaven.