The Stage

We ran to the beach
Through the night's navel, lichenous
Inflated by escape and the new
The rush, sensations

Like the brevity of laughter
Of mischief, of youth

We leave the light it's peeking eye
To this meditation of surfers
Sparring with willful waves
Puppets of the moon

And wax, upon fingers of monsoons
Should the tides ride it's might
Thus fly to god's white laughter too soon
At least been atop the world
With wings of sunkist sails
Dreams unfurled

Hurled toward the awe of life
Completely free
And as one with CHi.


I am perched on the shore
Longingly in song (pulled along)
I know why I sing
Because I belong
Tho' a grain of sand to everything
Now just a set of eyes

Audience for the world and skies

Belisimo !

I applaud as fish and man fly
Nod as the sun sets the stars to night
As in twilight to midnight
As the moon smiles

Bravo!

Through the belly of the unseen
We have crawled
Now we are in the poetry of awe
Watch onlooker as the stage curtains
Paints it's strokes
Blood rose clouds and deep
Blues from burning
Pinks

Magic show in a wink

This deserves a standing ovation
I lift both hands high
This must be love
I cannot deny

Some kind of wonder
Full of infinite and muse
All epic and classic
Watched without shoes...

In all these things
Time and motion
(In a seashell)
Listen to the ocean.

Reviews

[MoriartyMesa]

Parts of this felt very Regency Britain, but the emotions played another song.




Loved it, please send me more.