Leave your summering senses

From: An Owl on the Moon - August

  Daniel Wirth strides the winded path and stands above me.

     “The sun had left no air to breathe,” he says, now noticing the silent girl dancing in the darking sea.  “Could an ancient Siren have said more?”

     “She is no sailor spirit, only blood in flesh,” I respond.  “But she can read my transparency. In her silence she has peace.”  In a moment a wave swallows her, then I see her body rise above the cresting foam.

     Daniel and I walk toward the inn, and he speaks.

 

“Leave your summering senses,

and wander the shimmering heights.

Here in the sheltered silence,

take unnatural, winged flight.

Birth comes to all by nature,

but walking must be learned.

So holding to the future,

climb the sacred staircase spurned.”

 

      There is a quiet pause, then I speak

.

“The waning day in a golden hue

has passed us by, and spoken little.

My eyes did not see a dozen blessings,

and my ears could not hear the holy hushings.

When will the dust be sanctified?

And when will death be defeated?

The summer is silenced and I am still a hollow echo.”

 

     Daniel pauses as he glances at the moon’s rusting reflection. He steps away, but speaks in hushed tones:

 

“The wind has no voice.

Its muted strain is movement,

in chords of shifting silence.

And through breathless rhythm

and measureless melody,

it plays across earth’s landscape.

Even here, the mundane gives birth to the mysterious.”

 

     We rest beside the sea in wonder, waiting for the stars to lace the moon.

Author's Note

From: An Owl on the Moon - August

Reviews

[Dr. YumnaKay]

"The summer is silenced and I am still a hollow echo."
This piece renders me speechless. I love your intricate phrasings and the poetic dialogues. Such a mesmerizing read.

[An owl on the moon]

I so appreciate you coming by, dear Yumna, though I would never wish to make you speechless. :)