Glaciers

Glaciers

I was born son to glaciers of ice,

Brother to the west wind,

Singing a song of memory and change.

And as I walk the halls of snow, the rooms of steel,

I hold fast to the shadows that cloak the ruin,

And never chase the silence from the daylight,

And shake the floor of the world

In my lonely tantrums.

I am made the merchant of emptiness,

My currency the dew at the night’s edge.

Given dominion over the empty spaces

And taught that to rule is always sweet,

no matter the kingdom,

I haunt the concrete canyons.                                                    

In dreams I chase the inviting glow,

The glittering crowds and shimmering clouds

That tease the promise of redemption

And bring the pain of waking a dreamer with empty hands.

I am the wanderer of frigid spaces,

Drawn to seek dawn in distant skies, worn robes hanging,

Never, never standing before Heaven,

Singing  of flowers and thorns even through my tears,

King of the outer wilds,

East of the sun where the dreams fall dark.

Reciprocal Identities (Lean on Me)

(I am 1/you)

Let this arm be the standard,

My soul the fortress,

The rock, that shelters you from the sky

I will take all you have to give

Giving in return comfort in the night.

I am yours, and bow to you in this,

My all given into your respite,

Your solace.

I am the shelter from the past,

The easer of the now,

Tree standing against the wind.

And if ever, whenever,

The world is too much with you,

Come to me

And know the comforts of my Mathematics.

(You are 1/me)

Evolutions (1)

I met him at the place

where the lines of force converge,

he was singing psalms to the moon.

And his voice was like snowfall by starlight,

silent except in the heart

of my dreams.

“this is my song,” he said, “the song of my days

and of the spaces within and between.”

“Do I know you?” I asked.

“Do you know yourself?” he replied, “are

you a man standing on the path, or are

you the path, or just a blade of grass

beside the path?”.

I didn’t understand but I listened.

“If a child speaks to god who answers?

If god speaks to a child, who listens?

You have come here, following

lines of force, but do you know

who made them?”

“I am a seeker of knowledge,” I replied.

He laughed and it was the sound

of sun’s fire, “but knowledge need

not be sought, it is everywhere

do you seek also the certain night

that follows the day?

Knowledge is the shadow cast by your life

across the sphere of existence,

as certain and as sure as nightfall.”

I thought for a moment as he waited for my reply,            

“I am hungry for life,” I said “and

seek a greater understanding of truth.”

This time his smile was like sun on ice

as he sat under the ash tree beside the path,

“truth is a wave that carries throughout existence.

it is both fundamental and relative.  it is true

that we met here, but did I meet you on your path

or did you meet me on mine?

This is the beginning of understanding.”

Altered States

It was twilight when I saw you,

I remember I was standing at the edge of the world;

We dance there in memory

With ice and moonlight to accompany us.

And it was gentle then

Those days those nights these remembrances

Of you, in my atmosphere, splendid,

I, in your ocean, radiant like stardust.

We dance there in memory.

Set on by chance by forces by waves of light,

Drawn together by strange attractants

Into these altered states

That send our heads spinning.

I feel it felt it knew it know

That there was power there, though ephemeral,                          

Your soultouch was undeniable

And gentle.

And though we go our separate ways,

We dance there in memory,

With ice and moonlight to accompany us.

Fool's Paradise

I lose myself in our midnight hours,                                                                                                  

Soul reveling in your atmosphere,

Refreshed in the sustenance of your smile.

Rebirthed in your rainshowers,

I hear the thunder contained in even

Our quiet moments,                                                                 

And the silence in our passion.                         

Kisses, sweet like April’s moon,

Are ours to imbibe

As these golden days pass,

Flowing all easy like Heaven’s afternoon.

It is in you, with you, that my mind rests,

My heart breathes

And the tension that defines my existence

Is unwound, however briefly.

Your voice drives me,

Filling me like the Light in your touch,

Warming my soul-garden.                                                                                

So, before I lose you to the years and miles,

Before your life from mine disappears,              

Let me just rest here awhile, basking,

In the fool’s paradise between earth and your smile. 

In The Deep Purple Bliss

We are not children of the sun,

not us, not in this incarnation.

We are the dancing stillness of the night.

And when moonlight touches us,

And my arms find your body within,

I hear your name whispered in bliss,

Flowing from my lips to your heart.

This is when I am a Man;

When I am reflected in your eyes,

When your atmosphere swirls around me,

When we touch each other without touching,

Standing in harmony under stars’ regard,

This is when I am a Man.

Seeking the deep purple time,

When removed we are from sunlight’s weight

And I may enter you presence unfettered,

Measured not by cosmic dimensions, there at the door to night,

We rush head long through the steel hours,

Souls longing as much for eventide

As our hearts long for one another.

We are the dancing stillness of the night,

Having shrugged free of summer days,

And it is to you I turn,

To the one I love,

To share chilled moonlight by the glassful,

To know Love.

I live in your eyes here,

In the darkened midnight hours,

When no other eyes touch us,

When your smile is all the moon I’ll ever need

Then, and only then,

Carried by African drums and space-age times,

Do I live.

I was made to Love you.

We are not of the days,

Bathing each other in late breezes,

And we feed each other every second of darkness,

Eating our nights together with all our souls

Because too soon even the stars fade.

Each hour nourished by your smile is another endless night,

Another passionate dusk to sustain me,

When darkness fades and I am

Tortured by Hyperion’s gaze

And distance from you.

Knowing I will hold you tight again,

When the deep purple falls

And I live in your Love;

Where the night is so easy to remember

And so, so hard to forget.