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,