Tuesday, November 12, 2013

… with lost bells

I can't remember what I've posted now, and what was destroyed.

Perhaps "destroyed" is not the right word for it, not in this new age. Deleted. It had not yet been "built," it can not be destroyed.

No time to write today, there is only the forward pull of time's endless disappearing.

My heart of silk
Is filled with lights
with lost bells,
with lilies and bees
I will go very far
farther than those hills,
farther than the seas,
close to the stars,
to beg Christ the Lord
to give back the soul I had
of old, when I was a child,
ripened with legends,
with a feathered cap
and a wooden sword.