Gift of the Goddess

 

High up in the heavens

Beyond the mountain's peaks

The silvered moon lends its light 

To evening as it seeks
 It's darkened cloak of secrecy

For these Elysium fields

Not the sun's harsh glare

It's turmoil left behind

This velvet landscape scattered

With my darkened skulls and bones
In the land of midnight 

 Where my Soul I've come to find

It's strange to find such comfort

In these relics that I feared

But now they're gentle anchors
From the place where I was reared 

These half-buried past reminders

That our deeds defeat our fear

A gentle current barely felt
Moves me deep within
Where scintillating stream of life
True mystery begins
This warm and reverent gratitude
While the Goddess hears hearts sing

I come here where I've been

As more than passer-by

Accepting in my hands

Deep fruits I cannot buy

Rich oceans of ambrosia

I shiver with a sigh ...

As Astride this strong white horse

I reach in deep and blow
An eternal haunted triumph 

On the sacred conch shell horn

A lone wolf's exultation

Let my fellows hear this call

Silent Music

Music fades when the song arrives
Walking dies an the dance arise
Gone, that syncopated staccato
of thoughts and things
Giving way to a heart that sings
In peaceful celebration

Say goodbye to my child and I
Say goodbye to a life gone by
Shedding skins and made up sins
Of thoughts and dreams
Of a life conceived
To be anything but what it was

Stepping out of this living dream
Living off this projection screen
Strange to think that in this world
Life is such a passion'd swirl
But watching flotsam tumbling by
Is seeing its significance die

Drifting now, though I still walk
Shifting now with this life's forks
Knowledge, certainties, proudly expounded
Built on sand, all quite unfounded
I wash the sleep out of my dreams
And see that all is not it seems.