A distant spirit cries, beckons,
and dances across time
like dreams
of truth
She is there
waiting for the train I ride,
standing
in our youth
Ages of the songs unsung
scatter continents and souls
like before
and to come
Her voice unsheathed,
she is the wind, the breath,
she is From
To that day I ride, am forever born
and made to stand
like judgment
covenant bound
She is laughter,
standing while the spirits dance
crying, strong
and found
From the end of time and back
and before
we move and love
and are
We are one
consumed within and without
the forever burning
star
She unfurls clouds from distant skies
and sends me reeling
across the thin wire
and I yearn
She can fight
and she can love out loud
she spits fire
and I want to burn
Into the lands of timelessness
Purpose, march and be
our love
our journal
She is out there
and I am moving, wise
understanding truth
We are eternal.
When did you write this? Were all the stanzas already previously written when you’d first posted the 5th one?
I love the optimistic tone, the imagery of fluid (and vaporous) perpetuality. Plus, you just might be right.
Question: Why is the word “crying” so oft occurring? Are you thinking of the cry of birds, the cry of women, the cry of the pained, or maybe the cry of a battle cat similar to that projected by my Dodo when mosquito-hunting?
Comment by cindy — March 9, 2009 @ 10:53 am
the 5th stanza is the one that speaks to me. it even stands on it’s own with such strength.
Comment by lime — March 9, 2009 @ 8:50 pm
Beautiful.
Comment by Law Girl — March 12, 2009 @ 10:34 pm