Wanderer

Thought

All that I fear is what I have yet to fear, and those too shall be short-lived.

Excerpt 3

“We were hungry for the invisible
so we blackened our sight
and we stared out into that darkness,
like watching a sinking horizon
on the last day on Earth.

It was beautiful there:
that final sun,
turning darkness into black.

We had forgotten to open our eyes,
though some of them didn’t ever know how to see.
They’d keep them closed.
Say things, like ‘It’s time we leave’ or ‘I’m going home’.

All those ships floating endlessly
To an unseen harbor
Or maybe an abandoned shore…”

Song of…

“I was a lake
bearing Forgiveness
aching your warmth
belly so deep
if you would bid me
ever so gently to
swallow you inward
to sway I’d say
I have a Father
who Loves me so
vastly
Love like an ocean
belly so deep”

Excerpt 2

“…for all of that Alone, what great character is built? What mountains of imagination, formed? What marvel for all things large and small, quiet and brilliant? What great love of people is born into a heart? It is here that we understand that we are weak and insignificant, while also infinite and beautiful: That we wither and die, yet stretch out over the endless horizon, the tiniest flicker…”

Excerpt

“It is within me, an infant fear, the possibility that some of us creatures are meant to feel it all, while the remainder drift without: torrential waters, waging war against itself. Maybe you will never see me, sitting alone in the dark. It may be that I will always see you…”

…

There is nothing to fear
For all are men, and most
Barely at that
Without hearts of flesh
May turn to stone
Endlessly tumble
To the deep
Of a lonesome life
They know such selfishness
Which knows no compassion

Blind

I used to pray that I’d be blind
Before retracting with a cry
“I wish to see you without sight”
This weighted thing escapes my eyes
And moves so lightly into kinds
Of beauty that I’ve failed to find
In any way of worldly life

Why must I reject it all
I would rather leave this Earth
If not called
My heart, an oath
I will never forget
Your hand upon my life

Speech for *

We were born dreaming of worlds that we knew in our minds did not exist, but in our hearts were true. We spent our days sailing through oceans of unending grace. And by our youth we were convinced of one thing. We will last forever, through this night and the next.  Our light has become the forge for our souls. We live within a peace that man has never known.  If we choose to leave this Earth for another, may we have made deep the roots from which we grew and planted seeds from our own fruit. Can you learn to love another? Let rest the malice from which all darkness shares its hunger. We people must learn the language of all quiet. We will never leave you, strangers of this world. For what we share is eternal, the stillness of ourselves in which our light shines so bright.

…

Soon you will gaze backwards through the prism of time
To be connected in the most remote of ways
Have they felt? And loved and suffered?
Did they breathe as we do in their primitive form?
At its crest I was a space explorer flesh bound and waiting
Always waiting
It is you that often walks my dreams, young wanderer
It was felt as a torrent of eternal ways as real to now
As it ever will be
Do your children and theirs still grow into shaken men
And the most courageous souls?
To whom do you tumble into the wild nature of it all?
I long that I might sing with you in our abstracted tongues
I am you now or I was like you are
We share that only detached by the mangling lapse of duration
And together in our hearts
We will share that for all of eternity
Until we meet again