poem 63
dark empathy
Registrant
Silence in the blue of dawn, Silence of the setting moon,
Silence as the rains are falling softly to another tune.
Softly as the sun arising, Softly as the wind that flows,
Softly poet's rhapsodising strums devotion to the rose.
Gently as the single candle, gently flutters in the wind,
Gently as a warmth that's kindled rings changes to the world's dark end.
Woven words as woven fingers,
Woven sounds that harmonize,
Woven nets of thought that lingers in a shield against the lies.
Knowing as an unknown learning,
Knowing as uncharted sea,
Knowing as a subtle yearning blends with silver filigree.
Awakening with golden meaning,
Awakening with distant light,
Awakening to end the keening of the losses in the night.
Unfolding as a map unfurling,
Unfolding wings of butterflies,
Unfolding spirals that are curling into gifts given from the wise.
Wisdom like an ember gleaming,
Wisdom's warmth from soul to soul,
Wisdom of remembered dreaming brought forth from grey and ashen cold.
Melodies of threaded jewels,
Melodies of angel sound,
Melodies like spreading pools of water in the desert ground.
Star of dawn and star of evening,
Star that pierces shadow's spite,
Star of warmth beyond all leaving, as a beacon burning bright.
"There's just, one place, where beauty grows.
On earth, in space, there's no flower like my rose"
Silence as the rains are falling softly to another tune.
Softly as the sun arising, Softly as the wind that flows,
Softly poet's rhapsodising strums devotion to the rose.
Gently as the single candle, gently flutters in the wind,
Gently as a warmth that's kindled rings changes to the world's dark end.
Woven words as woven fingers,
Woven sounds that harmonize,
Woven nets of thought that lingers in a shield against the lies.
Knowing as an unknown learning,
Knowing as uncharted sea,
Knowing as a subtle yearning blends with silver filigree.
Awakening with golden meaning,
Awakening with distant light,
Awakening to end the keening of the losses in the night.
Unfolding as a map unfurling,
Unfolding wings of butterflies,
Unfolding spirals that are curling into gifts given from the wise.
Wisdom like an ember gleaming,
Wisdom's warmth from soul to soul,
Wisdom of remembered dreaming brought forth from grey and ashen cold.
Melodies of threaded jewels,
Melodies of angel sound,
Melodies like spreading pools of water in the desert ground.
Star of dawn and star of evening,
Star that pierces shadow's spite,
Star of warmth beyond all leaving, as a beacon burning bright.
"There's just, one place, where beauty grows.
On earth, in space, there's no flower like my rose"
