A Latin 'arrival'

Before a prophet comes things look different 

They dress in apology with an uncertainty

Touched by their time of static days

And silent trees watching the waiting stars

The spring of entirety the gardens delight

Of green name grown flowers with creation

Until a fruit encountered from another garden 

Set the cycle afresh through waiting stars

An infinity pushed aside by the rational 

And passions necessary eclipse of remaining eternal

A world so muddled by never being 

Moving around the augury of the waiting stars

Here in mid - winter as days grey

Accent the solstice stillness - I walk home

The limited self consoled lighting a candle 

A night sky explained of waiting stars

Reviews

[writing mojo]

children of light spectrum alien to the revolution of those down to earth..excellent piece

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"a world so muddled by never being"
such a profound line, and profound poem...
I like the next to last line...something so small as "lighting a candle" can hold such immense importance in the scheme of things...
"infinity" is too often pushed aside for the rational...and we limit ourselves to what we may be.

[Michael Oliver]

Thank you Jacob - have the feeling you 'got ' this piece