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

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