Tuesday, April 26, 2011

The Palest Shades

on a restless ocean of thought
flying straight through the
night air while striated
streaking clouds slow down
and the sky and sea all of a sudden
lighten considerably to the palest shades.
the circling sun and strange
shallow balance of an antique sea
filled with the awkward
glow of early life. Stopped.
An anchor is a heavy weight to cast
as it is to live
always on a precipice).
traveling past a gate
and finally the promised land our escapade promised
this land to us is arrived.
heaven is dark tonight and her soul is ours
in a bath of perfumes that sit, still, having
put ashore by a garden of verdant grasses
and blossoming trees
that sings sweetly in the dark breeze and
you, here, are truly a thinker,
sweating and thinking in the last hour,
while I am already there,
I am heading on, I am heading up,


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