On’y stuff
Worth the learnin’
The rivers’ll tell ye
…
If not now
Then
…
Eventually
On’y stuff
Worth the learnin’
The rivers’ll tell ye
…
If not now
Then
…
Eventually
After Mercy’s wine-sweet twelve,
There’s insistent, chain-gang
Routine-carousel one again.
The roads, skies and
Melody-hung rivers
Pour their silver,
Sinful invitations into
My reluctant-to-ignore ears.
The moon and the rainbow,
Still as distant as they
Ever were.
Ancient are the
Roots that run long
And unseen
In the lines and
Coloured sky patches.
Essential are they,
For they calm my
Fed-by-sunrise spirit.
Eternal are the
Rivers that roar silently
And star-voice deep
Below mountain crests,
Between midnight crusts.
Essential are they,
For they feed my
Calmed-by-sunset soul.
28/4/2013
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