‘Remember me,’ he said---
And he scratched it on the wooden
bridge
For all to see---
The footbridge that spans the narrow
bend
Of a muddy sea cove, near where I live
Where mauve-blue periwinkles hide
beneath
And where great dark trees bend their
limbs
Hiding more than I should care others
to see...
Life, if lived in full, beyond the barrier
skin
A cornucopia held of candled love in
trust
On the other side, beyond the crystal
sky
A cup of joy unknown---it is rejected
here:
Of such a nature on this sightless earth
That it could not be spoken of, lawless
here,
But there, a gift: the promised ‘white stone’
And glorious liberty within the third heaven...
What the crazy ones find and know in truth
The right ones refuse and turn from in
disgust:
Numbered with the transgressors the
lover is
In delighting that the prey is as the
foe---
Goodness on the other side all turned
about---
We know not, what it truly is, at all
And the words---engraved upon the
wooden rail
Tell a tale of love---broad as the
crystal sky above...
*
- From: THE COUNTING-FALL; The Ragged Writings of Everland; Volume 2
