Tides of Everland

In the nearer stillness the gentle tide laps about the stones

Coming closer and closer

Yet you cannot tell

Unless you wait a long while and observe

So were the swirling waters which edged about my shores

All half unnoticed changings

Ever hinting of new things to discover

Curved things

Things which have borne the mark of a thousand tides 

All imperceptibly upon the edges of my heart

In the nearer kindness a gentle wind bends about the trees

Whispering clearer and clearer 

Yet you wouldn't know it

Unless with an inner ear you heard it

So were the whirling breezes which moved upon my heart 

All living callings

Ever speaking of the further things of love

Channeled things

Things by which opened lines were well etched

Moving entirely upon my spirit alone

From Everland the living tide comes searching me out

Finding answers in drawings

Though its pull you hardly felt

Unless in the secret place you fell

So was my heart borne upon to bear the sweetest light

All answers in unveilings

Each one a telling leaf of living truth

Hard shaped wonders

Taking me past the safe to the unknown  

And to havens of delight in even the tiniest thing

From My Falling . . .

The more I lost, the more I found

And the more did broken-open letters fly

In coats of many colours

Brave autumn leaves of prismed sunlight

From my falling, loosed and freed

Sailing on this bright day’s breeze

To places far and wide

Would any traveler ever see them?

Find in them quintessential delight?

Would any seeker ever find this leaf 

And read it?

And discover to their pleasure

Their own heart’s hidden pearls

All wrapped in another language

Waiting to be found?

   

Amethyst Poetry

     Sometimes, truth, too hard to be said in one way, will find another way to express itself; love never ceases to translate its fiery gems. Sometimes beauty, too piercing to be conceived in its raw state, will come to us clothed in complexity that we might be able to bear it; even appearing in a form we might naturally resist in order to protect itself from being too easily seen. The interior of love too wonderful by far to be perceived by any proud eye, its secrets were the portion of the pure in heart. As the ennobling fires of beauty and truth wait to be welcomed of the poor in spirit, so the shining amaranthine gems of Amethyst Poetry are poised here, their truth and beauty hidden, yet waiting to be discovered. All gifts of love to all who read...shine through the amaranthine rocks Amethyst Poetry . . .