Why was one lonely?
Why was one lonely?
Where do the steps of the lonely take
them?
Going home at the end of an outing
They walk in
And there is something of comfort there
A room and the things of ease are there
If, for the body there was this, what for
the inner?
Going in at the end of an inning
They found a room inside
According to what they had put there did
they find
Any comfort in it...
Even so, there was never completeness there
They were lonely though they had these two
rooms
Emptied, white herons fly further
An inner, yet again
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It
was the way of life... that by a continual progression
To
things that are both new and strange the world goes on
Goes
forward... and on and on... claiming new territories
It
was the steps of the lonely that would find and pave the way
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Dreams to Take You Through
A GIFTED
light for an entrance
Dreams to take you through
Opening in the purposed heart
Not denied any perfect place
A child’s lisp sent through air
A book written by a sparrow
Of fledglings in springtime
Were little, lit flows of words
Hungry and longing for more
A songbird seen through a gap
Wanting, not taking time to eat
Rags of stars gone unconsumed
Quick droplets fall all in tune
Rounds in circled playgrounds
As long as sound filled holes
Pools playing multiple songs
Winds roar fearing obstacles
Words speaking in closed mouths
Mystery covering the lighted thing
Insight hid from closed minds
Quiet waiting and a silver thing
The moon-dew in a cradled cup
Out of darkness the light shines
Out of not seeing, seeing comes
The desired in pulled threads
Dreams to take you through
Silver sound in broken colours
Out of the unknown the rain
A brightness through an open door
News of a far country
Surer even than breath the inkling
The world beyond behind the world
Caring for the crazy a velvet purse
Not deeming the thing useless
They find a key who split puzzles
The desired in a cache of mad gold
In a sea of many floods of love
Things that made them nearer
Paring away their fleshy part
Pearl seeds in a pomegranate
Circles with straight endings
Dreams to take you through
Spirals of tall ladders in rags
Yet they don’t even see the clue
Not in what they want to know
The desire they desired
Life in the light of the back to front
Not afraid of dying
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