scatteroflight
Refugee
The silence is a falling silence here
through the endless fathoms down
eyes tilted, palms down, through the melting ether
Port sunlight is below
round and swaying on the ocean floor
the grail of hope
in this place of loss
and death in the dead green water
Swimming down to the light
rather than up
away from landlocked memories
of pushing your way through nothing
and darkness without form or content
and bittersick love
Below is port sunlight
the window of solidity
which may or may not yield to the outstretched hand
and dissolve into liquid light
Something is waiting
through that golden gap in time and space
something to kill all fear and human emotion
It waits
through the gap
in light
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I wrote this about 2 1/2 years ago but I still like it more than a lot of the poems I've written. I'm in a bit of a dry spell now but I've been jotting down random lines that come to me, so I hope something more complete comes soon.
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So wind blow through to my heart
So wind blow through my soul
through the endless fathoms down
eyes tilted, palms down, through the melting ether
Port sunlight is below
round and swaying on the ocean floor
the grail of hope
in this place of loss
and death in the dead green water
Swimming down to the light
rather than up
away from landlocked memories
of pushing your way through nothing
and darkness without form or content
and bittersick love
Below is port sunlight
the window of solidity
which may or may not yield to the outstretched hand
and dissolve into liquid light
Something is waiting
through that golden gap in time and space
something to kill all fear and human emotion
It waits
through the gap
in light
----
I wrote this about 2 1/2 years ago but I still like it more than a lot of the poems I've written. I'm in a bit of a dry spell now but I've been jotting down random lines that come to me, so I hope something more complete comes soon.
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So wind blow through to my heart
So wind blow through my soul