Gunpowder sky-sharks
Spun, crackled; are gone
‘Neath their magic sparks
We laughed, loved and shone.
But this is silver time
Passing on by –
Gunpowder sky-sharks
Spun, crackled; are gone
‘Neath their magic sparks
We laughed, loved and shone.
But this is silver time
Passing on by –
What colour would I choose
For the eyes of my night?
That first-time, last-time,
Never-to-be-seen-again time light?
That appears only when the mighty
Winds and powerful wings
Of vacuum-space and eternal time
Throw dust-and-crystal shards
At the limits of my knowledge; those
That are the too-near boundaries
Of my massive ignorance. Lucky to be
One of many sometime-intelligent observers
I am, nonetheless, very alone in this crowd.
Feted, reluctantly, as master of phrase and
Meaning, I am unable find the appropriate word:
My brain too flooded with majestic dark skies
That sparkle, shimmer and shake without sound.
11/8/2013
Photosource: http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/in-pictures-23680382
The biggest truth was
The first one we lost;
Oh so casually –
The first of many that,
Even now, are
Slipdripping through our
Ignorant, care-nothing fingers.
We mend the irrelevant barricades
(Too foolish late),
The nets, bait the
Big, hopeful hooks with
Embroidered versions of our histories.
The helmsman’s hood is filled
With gracefully spinning stars and wheels;
The captain keeps a useless log.
“Lack of knowledge is
Lack of power …”
Masthead albatross, feckless,
Greedy wide-winged messenger
From the long-dark night
Is fond of chanting.
“Lack of knowledge …”
Do we blindly believe again –
Or open our hearts?
10/2/2013
Huge time-passing rocks
That float, like clouds
In a sea of grains.
Friend of the sands,
Whose carpet is
Knowledge and fire
Following invisible corridors
Written in the stars –
By the winds of histories,
And faith.
Desert camp, Jordan, 16/10/2012
How much you know –
You, the powerful, the ungodly –
We can never guess.
But
Be careful not to use
The nows
To judge
The thens;
When, we fervently hope –
Things were different enough.
We huddle together,
Innocent comforts,
Waiting for cues
For clues,
For bones.
5/9/2012
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