Soul Lace

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

They sit inside for a long while
almost until the intensity fades,
and then drop slowly and moistly,
reminding the skin of songbird hymns.

Days of summer seek to rest,
as lilies shrink and fold in dry green;
weary and worn though fresh
the traced hues dive into earthen brown

Water colors the hiddenness of silent rainbows
waiting perhaps to kiss a piece of missing –
Spiraling fractals pass and return
creating holy pastures of pattern

Where you go I am she says
dearly paining the heart so full
Remember me not in fancied detail;
Still greet me in the strides of soul.…

Just as the night bid farewell in the dawn,
The new sky blushed azure and she shone brightly
As if she had something so urgent to speak –
With a deep heavenly heave she leaned in…

“What if you are God’s perfection?…

It gathers beneath somewhere and drones
with throbbing vibration that seems so single
humming underneath our awareness each evening –
the faintest of sound crescendos to loud

They begin their chant and we sense it simply as
familiar back-chatter without meaning or nuance;
yet they sing in multitudinous voice and volume
as we casually sift through our meddling minds

Would that you count off your number and place;
how unknown you remain from our silly cognition –
in stillness you speak with symphonic subtleties
all those detailed levels of boring engagement

I’d like to lie on that sound as if it were my bed
wafting and rising in pretended tone-deafness…
If I’m not careful I’ll tumble headlong into dullness,
what such rest could give is benign of sense.…