Fight earth, and sky, and visions vapor

Bars of gold encrusted with diamond dust enshrines me. I hear a swifting song of subtle silence:

 

Golden bars make no less a prison

than a coffin on a hill.

And in caged reformation,

one wanders aimless still.

The rafters now a recollection

of sacred suppression.

How the morning dawn

strikes mourning confession.

Now Death yields a harvest

of the living masses.

We walk toward its path

no earthly power surpasses.

 

     I look about me, surrounded by shrouded stones and shifting sand. The gold bars swift to golden rays of deepening sunlight, as black stone lifts itself above the raging foam. The sea erupts, engulfing the sun as a deadened darkness dances through me.

     A chilling wind shivers my skin, and in my transfixed weary walk I taste its bitter marrow. As I stand transfixed, I see a shadow flighting above the frozen waves. It is Sarah, her figure draped in a crystal fog.  Through this cold hellish haze she reaches her hand out to mine. I step toward her on the waves, but I am swallowed by the sea. She speaks.

 

“When swallowed by your desperation,

walk above the torrents raging.

And in your fearful, wandering state,

Fight earth, and sky, and visions vapor.”

Author's Note

From chapter two of "An owl on the moon,” In the bitter breeze: February…

Reviews

[Ghania]

Prepossessing. This is so good.
"Fight earth, and sky and visions vapor."

[An owl on the moon]

So good to have you by again, dear Ghania! :)

[Ghania]

Thanks. Actually, I'd my exams this whole month. So i couldn't get online. I'm happy to be back. And read Beautiful pieces of poetry by you

[An owl on the moon]

Ah, I hope your exams went well! We are blessed to have you return to us. :)

[Ghania]

Oh yes. They were. I am glad to have people like you, who motivate me to write. Thanks, always.