The night was never caught so clear Each star was cast so crystalline, So much wrapped in black velvet shade Like moments clad in silken sheen, And evenings’ artists drew their pictures With their quill dipped in lunar ink With the panache of forever And the meaning of life’s link.
While the old man walked through shadows There was much he could not see, Though in his bright illuminations He felt unchained and felt free, His dreams had no defining need For each he prayed alone, A dream is cast in many things Some gold and some of stone.
The old man’s thoughts pulsed silently Like glow worms in the night, He thought of when they were so dark Then stepped into the light, Where oh so many faces swim In their silken Holy grace And he knew where he was once more As they smiled through moonlit lace.
And all at once he thought of dawn And of a brand new day, He wandered back through shades of time Through all he used to say, From Holy Prayers to whispered Psalms From curses and from vows, And promised himself once again He’d let the then embrace the nows…
It was your integrity at the time of ubiquitous pain of separation, you want to move the home away from home coming to terms with the trauma your shadow was not following you playing dead nuzzling the earth, racing to
There are nightmare dreams that haunt the sky From minds hard anchored to the earth And deadened thoughts from dead ones eyes Who’s living failed them at their birth. No Lovers touched by lovers thoughts Nor Eros arrows piercing hearts