It's an immense futility - that aches
I hear your voice - like a bell
And I want to fall on my knees
And give myself to oblivion
It's the greatest high
When I have gods eye
My hands are no longer tied
I am free momentarily.
I wanted to be a god among men
A tall pine on top of a mountain.
But the tall pines on the crest of the hill in twilight
Dance circles around me
Of skill and intuition
I should have never wandered from your cavernous depths
To drown in a shimmering lake -
A mirage of myself.
Birdsong under darkness
First the bloom
The heavy scent -
Then the shortened but ever denser night
outside my window
Singing at witching hours
While you dance among darkened towers.
The sun in my eyes and the wind in my soul dies with me
I take nothing except everything that I was
I leave behind everything I am that was -
April 2, 2017, 1:34am