22.) My Story Rends The Darkest Light...

            My story rends the darkest light

Ascend my night-time’s screen!

Let it fill and pass above –

Amongst the midnight stars

See! A tree’s reflected there

Its door opens in this moon!

A river flows through it

Sapphire blue

The inner river sings – as it pours

But as in a seashell heard – its silent roar

Playing to the quiet –

Of the still well within

See! Around the tree – love’s gold ring of light!

Circled through the starry boughs, above:

Entwined, below – Sent kindly

Through the roots of fallen stars

See! The binding ring – through branch and root

Two realms – by love – joined as one!

The earth – in heaven – was heaven on earth

The severing cleft – bound love’s new work!

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For the amending gentle I softly sing

And tell about our love – as sun and moon

Though they will not hear it 

You made it so.

21.) I Bend And Rise, I Wax And Wane...

             I bend and rise – I wax and wane – filled

I grow and empty fade.

Empowered by the midday sun

Hidden – on the other side

I turn and shine – and in spirit – speak 

Myriad stories – mirror found

In the silver, sun-lit face – of the spouse, his moon

Spinning in the upside-down – his silent tales

Holding in the inside-out – pictures of his

Wayward way – visions in the night

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20.) I Rise A Lifeless Form, Dead but Waiting...

I rise a lifeless form, dead but waiting;

The fire falls, and on me shines true

Wherever he finds room.

From his first refraction lamp-lit nights

And silver sister-beams illumine

In all the phases of his bridal moon.

Calling through the dark the sun’s own sound

From my inner face shining is his lesser light

Pulling by his power the inner thought of men

Turning in his mirrored beam their inner life

Until he falls again and melts below the Earth

Where no man slips beneath to steal his light  

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19.) There Wasn't Always A Silver Side To The Moon...

            There wasn’t always a silver side to the moon

A side that faced the sun and shone like milk

Once I didn’t know the sun, once I didn’t see his face

My life as dead and dark as that sunken cave

My heart a frayed thing of music cut and lined with pain

A maze of drifting threads in severed thought

A floating thing of inner searching beams

That ever seek to meet their other end, and meld as one ––

One with that which always sought me

The face I didn’t know, the sun I didn’t see ––

Until, that is, they faded all away, and I was truly dead

And in utter emptiness longed for my end.

Death my beginning, in nothingness I lived again

As light came shimmering upon my severed side

Sieved me through, and where it found no light my own

Took me by surprise and lit my face in his reflection

  

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V. 2. / 18.) The Labyrinth Unravels, The Man Tide Turns...

The labyrinth unravels, the man tide turns

Unmasked the puzzle, and by the blood of kings:

The spent wine they gave for the run of the new.

Wrought of emerald those eyes which saw beneath the press

That no more counted wealth by what could be seen;

No hidden silver stylus engraving life in wax

But a pen redeemed that etched the life in rock.

Which, from the inner cry, bled, and wore down the evasion

And so the seeing-prize: not to fear the press that crushed it.

Shine, love’s lake of tears that holds the life of many

Rekindle the fires and at the last moment.

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Vol. 2. / 17.) When Dark Is Past The World's View Changes...

When dark is past the world’s view changes

Mind meets mind, the newer takes the day

And gone the time we waste and see in part

Misread prosperity for greed

And then deceive ourselves for nought

The old stone of pain now turns a pearl

An open door through these newer waters seen...

The oyster opens out the treasure read and shown

And self’s exalt exchanged for what was truest grown

Took us further in to work us further out

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Vol. 2. / 16.) I Cannot Quickly Pass The Thing That Matters...

I cannot quickly pass the thing that matters

The furrowed line of Adam’s legacy to me

Its deepest twist, the hidden crooked thing in me

That trips me up, but tricking, avoids its censure

My subtle subterfuge that tells me fibs... but

The lie undone that hangs the apple on the tree

Reveals the core of what it is I truly need to see

To lift me clear of all, to fly in un-imprisoned air!

Light, the freeing thing comes not by might or power

What I cannot know in mind I know in spirit

That under life beneath the life I lead

The castled dream thick walled, un-scaled

That only slowly passes by, unknown, untried...

Misread the map beneath the Map that told my tale

That Book to all the throng is veiled

None can breach its crystal walls that will not fail

Light, the lonely thing forever hid beneath the life

The only jewel of those, whom their own-selves knew

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