Poetry
"Where Would You Go?"
And the rainbow carried whispers
To deaf ears soaked in wicked dreams
Like shadows waiting blindly
To discover they’re unseen
And in time what will remain
In a trickle of this rain
Distilling itself
Beneath a bed of Earth somewhere
We may yet be
Food for the roses to rise again
Should we seek to be humble
To question as we pretend
That we are standing on ground that is firm
For when time turns this and that to dust
The emerald shine of this fleeting curtain
Will disperse
To become once again
That
Which is
The
Pearlescent fabric of infant stars
In my dreams and days
Both still and not
Glorious shadows flaunt
Their wild wings above me
Like thoughts set free by a stinging rain
Slower than honey-soaked caterpillars
Making their way across the smooth river stones
While Sprawling loud sharp feathered intentions
Weathered by the pushing back against
Transform at the banks
Near the Serrated outer edges of this town
Spinning within my center
To still the sound
Like a blade with no resistance
Churning heavy soil in the garden of light
Where the music occupies the distance
Where violence is starved
Unable to propagate
Where love may propel us
Toward warm illusions of elation
Faster than colliding stars from billions of years of
Rippling together
Into the Ever of Night
A signal I hold in mind
Anew
With Heated words
Singed in flame
Catastrophic
Caught in names
Let us go
Let us go
Let us go
Where you know you will fall
But you cannot fall alone
Because where would you go
Where would you go?