A Wisp of Air
Encased within the travelled chest a
treasure rare
Of un-pillaged plunder wrapped in coats
of skins
The key the map the compass for the
find were there
In Everland hid the fragrant heart at
one with love
Script in sand engraved through fire in
glass
Carried timeless in its purse, its
secret fold of words
Engrafted life encoded there, in living
jars of clay
As see-through as a wisp of air in
nothingness clad
A stone was thrown and broken light
spilled out
Of a perfect fashioner the hurt of
every jar
How else escaped the light, that left
buried deep would die
If scattered only by a tear it could
forge of life its seal
Of each season borne the life produced
twelve fruits
Green leaf in drought, up-springing joy
in dearth
Living letters inscribed inside in
every hue of gold
And shades of shadows left, went no
more right through
Belts that tie the windless horn to its
strength
Held in dust the captured message from
the dawn of time
Bound in glory wrapped in living skins
of hope
Cords of love the tie that kept the
unfathomed dust afloat
Within the sea of life the hidden
script was laid
A sword to grind the jars their light
in dust to leave
Pride lost, then on every hill a thing
of freeing praise
And the more did broken open letters
fly in scrolls of flesh
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