sepulchre

A Poem by J

there's endless truth in eyes
clouded over, looking away as if
you'd catch this and smile.

it's incense and pearls on a fine day.
it's fingers outstretched, searching for divinity in flesh
and communion in dreaming escapades.
a house of cards, as always, toppling,
toppling, rearranged.
i was never much good at bluffing.
too enthralled with nights spotting mars and venus:
perfectly aligned, an orange orb and bright white evening star
as companions. as scarf to neck. as a grandfather clock
in a wizened villa, high stud ceilings crackling with decrepit paint.

there's industry here, voices and endless commotion.
i would give all of this up, run away to hills yet to be named.
turn the soil over and plant my childhood once again.
discover the sugary snap of pea-pods opened by inquisitive fingers.
steal chicken eggs and marvel at the difference corn and scraps makes.
to the colour. the vivacity of a utopia i've always dreamed of.
the thread of skyline, and i with a fish-hook, intent on pulling it in.
into my shadow, into my daily conversation
with gaia.

bread and wine, infused with love.
grace and mirrors to every angle i touch.
magnified. blooming. veins filled with silver and life.
children and laughter, a given. if i were to follow this path.
escape, and forever escape. light, forever light.

amen.