Cold rain falls in the river, flows down to the sea, gets into the skyline, circles endlessly. Same old rain on the wind, same old pain in my soul.

Monday, January 25, 2010

A Reason

A Walk, a drive
a train-less track
a rush of cold encase,

find a reason

she was,

- i know,
and you were too
when yesterday lit up the northern green

comets though
and swordfish, too
are children's books of
old man fantasies.

But walks
there on the edge of nothing
still spin copper kettles
of cure

find a reason

hope the amaranth
in autumn petal
dive the depths of corn blossom way

there she be
lay in rest
inside her tentacle mercies

cup of soft full
honey played in harbour of soft whisker

she knew the day and commanded the frost of night.
yes, she did.

So a walk it is
along rot gotten tracks
the reason far away and yet always so near
laying just around the bend

of forever
follow the smoke of last nights coal
it is reason enough
and walk aplenty