Muse of Dodona

I am the Muse who sings not of no other,
I am the difference between light and night:
The art of spelt wind to carve my bark,
An empire of leaves thus adorn my shape,
A whisper through the grass sings me wake,
Steps of travellers dance to my trembling,
Nor it be not music mine ears to breath of yours,
Nor is it shaking lest my lonely state is bore.
I am the smoke; the one that is lifted from naught,
‘Tis the burning of the seen that now is more fraught,
Make no mistake that my smould’ring choke you here,
Make no mistake that it is the end of my heroic end,
Ere the birds shall sing their last and leave me here,
Now the ashes fall from me to ground in utmost pour,
And tears of amber shall lift my roots in motion soar,
At last it becomes me not the endless to bitter end,
When once I ask of ye: why so this I ought to rend?
Then twice more you respond with fine eyes cast away,
To the next; ere the next, here perplexed; all is hexed,
Nor is fixed, the air is thick, my tree a wick,
And knick my space, and kick my face, so all is waste!
Uproot myself, in muse I call, so here I fall,
When more I try, so luck I find, is rare behind,
And soon I cry, ere ground I bind, so fair and kind.
Though he and love these guests I cannot plea,
Nor my slow’st motion, stoic notion I cannot flee,
Here I sing of what love I once had from pot to soil,
Who saw me grow and visited me here to never foil,
To he, I was but just a tree with no love to give,
For I perish with no leaves to offer so he can live
In knowing my presence. Oh, but now no more to seep,
And as he leaves, it is for all but mine to weep.

Running from the Sun

Whilst running from the Sun,
The fields a silhouette cloak,
The trees felled from the step,
Ere the nightingales weep
An eager passing through the fold,
Let the moon collide with the Sun,
Emit every rock and dust sky high,
Scatter all for starladen daylight,
So that as you run towards the shade,
You can look back and observe Her rise
Sans fear of sight of yours be blind.
See the bold Sun handcraft life anew
To whatever passing this day we mourn
Shall rise forth the Sun the next morn.

Out There

Yond. The heart that meets the bay,
Long had they walked in spite of fear,
In bliss they sang and hopes ere rang,
The ears rung through sounds and hope,
Their lives relished the taste of Earth
For which no sea could never wash away,
And there stood this sight of great joy
Who knew which pill they ought to take.
Bitter nor sweet, nor salt and gruel
Could fuel the motion on mountain cliff,
For within this group one had heart to go
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Light’s Escape

But light escaping
Nor is she cheating;
Footsteps long before
Ere looked, ere looked for
The shores so distant
Now left are nascent,
Woe more for more allowed,
These waves tremble loud,
Cool thine head so fair,
Hide within thy lair
And never, n’er shine,
Let all dark grow divine.
In spite of this day,
Shall beckon your ray,
Again shall it peer through,
Ere love in dark is through.

A mountain

Within a horizon I found myself in awe,
As much I found is lest but not foresaw,
Who beheld the sun eclipsed by long before,
Is not the rock that sound by light furore,
Though peaked in angles ne rays never betray,
Though fought through night for never to say;
Ere silence brought was more reason thought,
Whose winds cast not though breathed to taught,
As fire would burn chokes the mountain,
Nor the mount to fall on high from the rain,
Hither and thither a cold brew sore to see,
Is not the mount on Earth for all to see,
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Imagine a train that never stopped,
No signs nearby to tell you where,
The passing of the world was norm,
The hours of long gone dissolved,
All the world in chains soon part,
A nether sight could not be found,
As though spun in inertia as one,
Clasped in the hands orbit of woe,
Nor music, reading and talk dawned,
In the midst of the process of time,
I found myself watching the world by.

Who would fall to water to rise from hence?
And then to feel the cool windows floating,
Then saw the agony of wind come heart divine,
Long last can speed never be slow to tell,
A speech so faint whose mortality dares align,
When stops the breath one small cool fate,
Is what thinks you do is but lack you thought,
Is but echo through a foggy land,
And the sky turn red shall raise thy heart aloud,
And the sun but ere it fall is borne to set,
When minutes become hours, our hours are infinite.

And so it goes on,
As they all walk on.
The rails hind gone cold,
Ere the road grows bold.

Second Thought

Under the streets was the sky above,
A bitter taste left no air abound,
Known was he who threw all disarray,
Flaneur is he how idle a shadow kept,
Breathed the creases a still night,
This wind brought round and round,
It was a thought and he was night,
Under the lake he’ll swim to dive,
Alas he knows not to swim but shall,
It wasn’t his will but hence partake;
For, to do is not to be born to be,
Legs clapsed in stems no thorn brew, Read More