Our Eternity
Thursday, September 16, 2004
One might think I was jamming as much in as possible before my power died out. Might be true. More like I’m clearing out a backlog. It’s due. This is one of very few I’ll be putting up in a series I’m still dreaming about. Long memories are painful.
L,
Beyond Runewake
Did your head rise up
as I stumbled on the stone
only one of thousands
that had laid bare my sole
ah, you, old face
that I nearly passed by
hidden by sun
in my eyes
wind whipping my uncaring hair
between me and something I sought
were you in this place
so long, then, to have melted
your visage into the scape
that seemed so unchanging for so long
but no?
you were merely ahead
of my path for awhile?
and chose to wait again
for me to come along
and you have seen the stones
on which I’ve lost my breath
Please,
Do not fall in behind me,
a dusty shadow again.
Come along beside me
for a time.
May something come upon us,
renew this course,
this feeble wandering
not that I’ve much
to tell that you have not witnessed,
nor I you
But to evade the circling
we have so deftly made our lives
for but a sweet time
let us consider,
not this loss, nor that track.
Dust and smoke, all weariness aside
forgotten back there
where surely our path
will return
let us not pursue but be,
circle close my own shadow
perhaps that you are,
or I yours
And become something more
only fleetingly,
a feather fall in the well
beyond, for a moment
we can pretend has become
our eternity.
Beyond Runewake
and the Gold Beads
the Cry behind the dunes,
the solitary Dance in a canyon
neither of us has ever seen.
Making the touching ethereal,
tangible touching
always with you, always with me
a memory
to write a song