(Poetry/ Vol. 1. ) A Circlet of Thorns

from THE RAGGED WRITINGS OF EVERLAND



A Circlet of Thorns

A shadow oval wrought of twisted gems

Wreathed with plaited thorns deep, thick

Gathering together the offence of every age

Hide my sight behind the canopy they flee

Gems these harbingers of my writhing pain

Interlaced with rain in a healing of oddments  

Centered inside the darkest darkness of knives  

The never comprehended rainsight of heaven

I close my seeking eyes I see the oval clearer

The closed gatherings of piercing gifted bits

Their eyes hindered in many lined followings

They will cast away the best part for the good

Sentences lifted up of many other cut fingers

They cannot figure my inside gifted sightings

All of vain billows and the driftwood castings

They ride upon the sill of their rejected waves

Always torn apart their refusals convey light

But hid they see it not, they turn the other way

Unlit they pull the swiftlight and find only dirt 

Only the willing few go on through the thorns

Before . . .

Before glass windows sea

Before see-through eyes dust 

Before love could blossom ashes

Light by Maze

The lucid maze figures on to fathom

The broad pillars plied with wisdom                                         

And there weep                                                                      

                                                                                                   

They little know the pain that’s there                                      

That gave the light and brought about

The shame                                                                                  

                                                                                                   

To have seen and yet not to know                                                                                                 

Do they really understand

My Father’s rain?                                                                    

                                                                                                 

He takes to give and they call him a thief

Only those who hold on

Weep                                                   

                                                                                               

They gain who lose who know the rain                                   

And losing all in lucid maze

The true Light win 

Cast the Bridges

Cast the bridges that ply the bright seas

Sweeping proud ashes beneath its streams

They go past unnoticed with hazy bent wings

And cease not to lose their footing for the light they bring

Scalloped the fringes of silvered seas

Surging lace filigrees that unloose tight seams

Passing marbled halls their veiled voice stays

And seals up all hollow canyons left by their waves

Loosed the moonbeams on all bare shores

Bringing new aligns to our poor peppered bites                          

For by lingering light the heated wealth lies taken

And all peoples’ hoarded gain by revelation lies forsaken          

Silvered Seam

Fallow my space along all shores of sand

Emptied lines trace the waiting edge

Of those who fly

Hidden the silence that holds the blind heart

Knowledge leaves holes in the better part

Of those who know   

Silvered the seam that binds the sharp sea

Fallen wings deem folly the broken parts

Of those who wait  

Rolling of waves the flood tides enters 

Yet who could ever tell the fullness it fills

For those who have waited   

  

Clouds Follow Stars

Clouds follow stars in filmy coverings of flesh

Hope bringing his own content

To harbours steeped in everlasting peace.

Whither fly the sparrows from your altars buried deep

Conflagrations of incense expand there

Following on before to keep your faltering flight

Where will I find the sum of a sparrow lost

Floating on strings that through God’s dust

Will change in pulling her along

Hushed the brave sleep and there fulfill their frail song

For then will they come to him and fall

Helped in each descending stair to rest in peace