Crystal Bells...

Crystal bells chime in the air where I walk besides the Sea.
I heard them chime once long ago
in the worlds bright infancy and in the twilight of the world,
when the Sun is old and frail,
Ill hear those crystal bells again
in Midnights starry vale.

Crystal bells chime in my heart and in each living thing;
on all the winds that fill the world, hear the songs they sing.

Come to us, they seem to say, come to us, frail Man,
to golden fields beyond the Sun and niggard Times tight span.
The flowers in those flaming fields are burning just for Thee,
that you might gaze into their hearts and see their Mystery.
The trees that grow in that brave land are full of luscious fruit,
and all the worlds unfold their leaves between their crowns and roots.
The streams and rivers of that land run to some silver Sea
and therein all the blood of Man and all the tears of stars
are washed down through the valleys of Peace
achieving Harmony.

Crystal bells chime in the air and in my hungry soul;
I walk alone and desolate within the greater Whole.
I hear those crystal bells and yearn to open crystal doors
and walk the golden path of light beyond Earths tired shores.

O Crystal Bells, what errant wind has set you thus in motion
or did some God strike hammer to your fragile strength
beyond this restless ocean that throughout all the Universe
your crystal music sounds and in my solitary heart,
and in every wave that pounds against this stony land ?
What made Him make you, crystal bells, and lift His ancient hand?

Crystal bells chime in the air where I walk besides the Sea.
I heard them chime once long ago
in the worlds bright infancy and in the twilight of the world,
when the Sun is old and frail,
Ill hear those crystal bells again...
in Midnights starry vale.

I m ThE trEE tHaT WOrE yoUr olD rOpe sWinG

My trunk is scarred with lightning strikes,
My leaves, no stranger to years of blight
The sugar in my veins runs slowly now
but when you were young, I was in my prime,
sturdy in summer for that old rope swing
and flaming in autumn so brilliantly
that even I almost swooned.

Yesterday, you came back home.
Of course the old rope swing is gone, rotted
by so many years of sun and storm,
With hands almost as gnarled as my limbs,
you gently touched the rope marks
on my arm.

In that moment we retraced the years
again, back to when you spun around
or swung so high your toes touched heaven,
I was stately tall and spry in any wind,
And you my friend were agile as a cat.
The years now seem in such a rush
to tumble us from roots we've known so long, Eyelids closing slowly
Saying goodbye to the day,
Senses sailing quietly
And gently far away,
Through the realms of evening
Swim the shadows of the light,
Threadbare remnants of a dream
Adrift upon the night.

And as the evening wanders
Past the columns of the morn,
Where the distant glint of sunlight
Serenades the rising dawn,
There is such a sense of sadness
At the leaving of the shade,
That the morning weeps in sorrow
As the final shadows fade…
but make no mistake,

those that bend do not break.

SeDUcTIoN

That broad beam that besets the eye

And casts its shadow cross the soul

Finds favor with the fashioned lie

That I am Master of the whole.

The dire eclipsed by moment pleasures

Poised to pit us against given grief

And steal away our tallied treasures

In place we find a welcomed thief.

Untouchable Rainbow

Intrepid clouds gather,
ravaging starlights
tender glow
tenacious tendrils cling
to loves swift exit
nails tearing tree
destiny crying for bridges
seeking sanctuary.

Tearful stars sprinkle
yesterdays avenues
desires and lost imaginings.

Dark winds trample memories.

No rays to illuminate,
No stars in purple.
Rivers of despair
run in torrential rhapsody
spanning ages.

Wheels scrape away dust of past.
Are rainbow untouchable?