Thursday, December 16, 2010

To Weave a Basket




The marsh twilight's deep staining feet
across the stone bridge I to keep
there filigree of music starts
to weave a basket of my heart

Such variant day in wind a change
touched by opening package lain
alive from powder’s fragile mist
across the whispered light of kiss

I go there to the cave of be
all lit from reflected waters three
one rippled softly from my breath
one still as never moving chest

The third reflects the inside view
all dappled sunlight shadow hued
with sweet of longing bending near
a drop in time spread out in tear

I pull the plug within my soul
to empty cobwebs staining goal
and there in feathered imagery
I catch a hint of destiny

It like a coral ocean floor
distributes time through moonlit door
to see it sow imagining
and mend hurt flower fragmenting

Hold it up ‘tis sweet as sky
studded star sung lullaby
A canopy of slanted light
reflected from the fire of sight

Pull time across the plains of earth
into waterfalls exploding mirth
then watch the healing from the wound
of drinking drought by time perfumed

It’s plain as dirt on cavern floor
and light as whispered evermore
all parts be held or felt in clasp
from answered wisdom of the past

It is what stillness brings around
and listening pulls from warming found
in opening life times mending seam
to shake out dust from field of dreams

The marsh twilight deep staining feet
across the stone bridge I to keep
there filigree of music starts
to weave a basket of my heart