1.31.2011

Blue Hour

it is addressed thusly:
A song
it reads:
We wake before the morning
Our eyes have known the dark
The time before beginning
'fore call of cock or lark
To wait and see arisen
Between the towers gray
Twilight's final schism
The brilliant break of day.
We who know the darkness
Know the shadowed cloud
It hangs about the markets
But isn't crass or loud
It mutes all shade and color
It sees to their dismay
It draws the daytime dolour
And makes the dawning gray.
When a man waits in shadow
Waiting for the light
His eyes are like a widow
Stranded by the night
Should he desire the morning
Of any earthly sun
May he hear this warning
Just this simple one;
Let the eye then gather
The light it needs to view
And not expect another
To give it all to you.

1.28.2011

The Sage Contemplates Fleeting Beauty

it is addressed thusly:
An Ode.
it reads:
The world was a charcoal painting
With trees a bas-relief in white
The blue of the sky was dainty
Morning's countenance was light
And suchlike was the world in winter
With umbers for each naked limb
Life is a great moneychanger
Gold and silver hid within
And why should it be this season
Which compels us now to recall
The warmth of summer beyond reason
The cool and somber damp of fall?
The silver of the river's wetness
And the gold of wheat in harvest-time
The rain is ice and will not let us
The wood is dead and flecked with rime.
And all the while the fleeting beauty
The spring will come and steal away
We face ahead as were our duty
Miss the treasures that before us lay.

1.27.2011

1.25.2011

Song of Words, Second Movement

it is addressed thusly:
A fragment.
it reads:
A tear begins, a scratch
Like the lighting of a match
Bursting with bright fires
And tearing of the wires

The lights begin to flare
And vanish in the air
The sleep of reason comes
With the calling of its drums

The drumming of the pops
As each lamp flashing, drops
This the work of your own hand
All I may do now is stand.

1.22.2011

In Io I'm Invested

it reads:
A Jovian once told me a tale
On Callisto once lived a whale
Had a house on Ganymede
And on Europa he skied
Lost it all in space kelp sale.

1.21.2011

Song of Words, Intermezzo I

it is addressed thusly:
A fragment.
it reads:
What can be said of how you speak to me?
It is as one who is my closest friend;
Though you protest and say it cannot be;
You see the start and I have seen the end.

Friends are known by who they care about
And what is care but love for a man's soul?
Then love shown will remove ev'ry doubt
Even if to love was not the goal.

And persistence be a wondrous trait
Even to extremes as oft it goes
And with patience for the time you wait
To express this care? How long, who knows;

To grant me truth in word more than the others
This alone I'd have had I my druthers.

1.20.2011

Song of Words, First Reprise, Variations

it is addressed thusly:
A fragment.
it reads:
Light and light aglow
Make a contemplation
Of above and of below
We behold this 'new' creation.

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In your eyes I see it now
A latent desire for something
To you, it's slowing down
Like the time is stretching

The heart to seize and break
The spirit of consuming
I see these in you wake
Their genesis is looming

Though all things shall be known
In their time and fashion
With this now overthrown
Desire alone is flashing.

Enlightenment will be yours
If you must take it now by force
I can open no more doors;
Nor now prevent this great divorce.

1.19.2011

Song of Words, Canticle III

it is addressed thusly:
A fragment.
it reads:
"What do you desire to see?"
And Truth I thought, it would be
Instead was afixed my wandering eye
Upon the nearest passerby.

1.18.2011

Song of Words, First Development

it is addressed thusly:
A fragment
it reads:
The color of this mystery
Is not how it should be
The type of this romance
Was merely ignorance
As the child is to the world
So we must be uncurled
And see beyond our sight
"higher beauty, truth and light."

1.14.2011

Song of Words, Canticle II

it is addressed thusly:
A fragment.
it reads:
"What will you do then, Son of Man?"
He asked, and had I quite a plan
But while I considered my careful art
My hand stabbed him in the heart.

1.13.2011

Song of Words, Canticle I

it is addressed thusly:
A fragment.
it reads:
"What do you desire?" He asked of me
In truth was peace; to be but free
But while I thought my mouth replied:
"For my belly to be satisfied,"

1.11.2011

Song of Words, First Movement

it is addressed thusly:
A fragment.
it reads:
We begin to paint, splash after splash
But not with brushes; and not with paint
We draw with light, each hazy gash
A point of white, a flicker faint

On come the lights, one by one by one
To reveal to us the world we've known
Under moon and star and under sun
Even in darkness that we have sown.

Flush with beauty are our lamps
Of every color, from dusk to pale
Arranged in order, in stately camps
Our ships who have yet to sail.

And our pillars once stood in dark
Now open to a spacious place
Behold O eye, and know your mark
This glimpse is gone without a trace.

1.07.2011

Song of Words, Theme

it is addressed thusly:
A fragment.
it reads:
On comes the light and I
And you stand amid the dark
Accusations and words fly
But mostly miss the mark

Now begins the game
I painted for you our world
At least color-by-name
Its tapestries I unfurled

I have all the maps and you
Could ask me for them
But before this I knew
You'd yourself abhor them

It is time the for the game
A fantasy of a sort
For this I am to blame
For truth I oft distort

Now for your rocket theme
The great 'dis-understand'
Movement one of this dream
We 're-create' the land.

Of course discovery
Is not the author's way
We all are quite free
To go right out and say

The world you've imagined
You'll make up in your druthers
In all frankness hasn't
A whit of difference from the others.