From Afar

tales of the brave

tales of the fallen

tossed upon on a frothy wave

the sea is my name a 'callin

they say the righteous walk the path

tow the line and miss the wrath

ive grown fonder of the grey

live, let be, and come what may

ive pondered the mystery of me

and of you and him and we

but the bisecting lines dont connect

a grand puzzle, and only defect

no learned man discovers why things grow from cocoons

or why masses of sand create dunes

or why pharoahs lay in tombs

the mind will surely resort to doom

so let the butterfly be

and the seed embrace its mother tree

knowledge cant forever be the key

it grabs you by the feet and turns you into a restless bee

praise be to the One who knows these thoughts afar

on them the mind doth prey

but He is aquainted with my way

so we pray, and He orders the day

the day of mugs and bugs

the travelers's hugs

of things swept under the rugs

of yours and mine and ours

like a clock

we are the tick, he the hand

we strangers rest in a foreignor's land

to be taken up at his providential pick

Rain

I walked in the rain today

It didn’t stop for me

The drips and the drops persist

The soggy dew pats my face

Cold, soft, looking down on the human way

Without another thought, I hustle and bustle about

I read, I write, I don’t stop to see

That the rain keeps falling

All through the day’s doings

Searching for me, all in a pout

It plays upon the pane

Whispering the tales of its descent

Through the clouds, down the glass

The rain, it trickles from left to right

Cloudless, pure, rolling down my window frame

When will I see this beauty of the sky?

I never can catch it when it happens to hover o’er me

And so, the rain, it bades me farewell

Until next time we may visit

But I won’t realize your coming until you’re departed from me.

The Lurking One

The starling of the east

The prey to the wind

The wood in which we rest

Calls out to me in sounds I can not comprehend

The mysterious little bird continues to call to its own

The hopeless balloon entangled upon wires of doubt

The faces stream by in melancholy, mundane procession

And I, the spectator, watch in awe

The monotonous register clinks of coins

The passerby smiles with tainted breath

We move along with the caffeine

We remain unaware of the lurking fiend

The starling departs its clumsy perch

The laboring server turns the lights down and locks the door

And I await the next stream of life to pass me by

All the while the black knight perfects his schemes

He twists the minds of his prey with a stable train of thought

But this train spews the black smoke of deception and yet charity driven will

Only in a flash, the Holy Ghost intercepts the mind

He trains my mind for truth

And my train clinks along the rocky track

No longer blackened but with the window of a lucid, blue canopy

Hovering o'er me

Voices

time not being mine

the number ticks past the mark of nine

i can not ask it to kindly stop for me

all we may do is rest here with bended knee

the man with drap-ed hair

he asks to be next to his lady mare

there they go side by side

toils and tales forever tied

and nobody sits still in silence

all diverged in word, story, or song

waiting, resting,

saved or damned all along

lifes' voices have befriended you and i

yet, we are not made new to die

let us live in the quiet, the still

then, only then, may we get these places to our fill

Memory

Memory

Sudden, harsh, loud in mine ears

Sweet rush of once thought out thoughts

And quick farewell to a time once known

It is fonder whence looked back upon

Askew, the frame tilted in perspective

The mind is as a film

Unable to see, unable to face the realm of reality

We remember you and I in a different light

You, young and ripe in a new time

And I, here to survive the by and bys

Tell me, will the remembrance of I suffice?

Or will it wear out as the mortal body?

Decomposed, faded away, sunken into the dampness of ground

I, dead to you, and you to I

The tales given to the soil, lost to time

Farewell for now and then

Goodbye to you and I

And so, I travel this wheel round n round

You go the miles to there and here, just to be you and I once again