The Darkened Eyed Soldier of the Lone Sky.
We Miss You Endlessly…
There is a solidarity I feel in this night.
A heavy hinted glow in the darkness laden movement
Of a wind ridden peacock
Dancing in the movement of something
He has yet know.
The night bows to him
And the sky bows
To the glory of treasures
Which the world will not unbend or unfurl
Less your eye has given chance the opportunity to glow
In a sky not beautiful
But for those who have felt unwary
'Till they found the love within themselves.
Be still moon.
The shaking and the rustling of a banana tree leaf will not spoil the secret
Of your rooted soul.
And I cannot explain the love for concrete steps
When I felt the trueness of oneself.
But I commemorate this vision for me
And the one I lost on a winter orchard night
Because deaths eyes cannot blind us.
And the reaper ridden on steel wheels cannot steal the soul
You breathed into me.
Dear dark breasts wings
As you cut the air and grasp for gold with your toughened mitts of hardness
I appreciate your midnight beauty for what it is.
An urban fairytale myth.
And one cannot be in love with concrete.
But the skies bring the ominent passion for ones true self
And if it were not for you I would have never discovered it.
The sky cools.
The wind no longer stirs
And my heart belongs to a just man.
But my hearth still belongs to the darkened drops of love
That will linger on my shadow
And the ash on my fur
And the ember of my hand
As my bones still hold the creativity that only you can inspire.
Bear reign of not death.
Bear tin can tambourine.
There is magic in your soul and the far alley rumble I hear.
Thank you for bringing me here
And back to my lone self.
And the slight nod of enchantment.
To be present
To be attune to the life
Still lingering beyond the dead stars.
You. will. Never. be. Afar……