Carried Back

~ Carried Back

 

Wanderings,

A deep presence,

Has enfolded the measure,

Of tenfold merited,

Precious metals,

Along the shoreline,

Sit beside a pretty woman,

Who cannot seem to-

Move as her glances

But are flowing,

In an odd semblance,

Along the line of-

 

One by one, each pretty particle, each their-

Movements cresting,

To take her to,

Another sequence,

As the mind cannot allow her,

To but examine each one amply,

In defiant measure so no one-

Will ever understand why she hides,

against the world, discloses,

her thoughts to these metals only,

drinking in each one glint by glint,

and in the darkness,

the waves lap and carry the finery,

so that,

in finale, no one will ever know,

what crafted this form,

and ambiguity offers,

the woman’s shadow another time,

so that there is no one to see,

geology has made her to an imprint,

but a soft dress,

a mere shadow observing,

just so-

a craft of God’s water . . .

who takes what it needed, what belongs,

only to the Just One,

and the semblance is a shadow speaks,

the pretty metals gone,

we know not,

who she was . . .

the metals are gone,

carried back by God ~