Saturday, December 28, 2013

Bethuthe

The valley that lay before me 
Is tapestries of life
A curtain of forgiveness 
To silence memory

Its bells are hollow tokens
Its stones are walls of thought
Its hyacinth is cherry 
Its waterfalls are troughs
Flamingo rosebud oceans
Lakes with no return 
Fish that never follow
Currents never learn
Love that knows no city
Trees that bear no seed
Sunlight in its chambers
Hidden in its seas

Seas of healthy walrus
Seas of swelling truth
The ocean with no fiction
Or no long forgotten youth

The valley here before me 
Is paralyzed with trees
An adleberry grove to touch
And skin your homeless needs
An adleberry grove with fruit that grows without
An armor or a leaf
It's shade is white and always
It's honeydew is sweet
It's muffins are forgiveness for 
The sins that never weap
The shadow of your fabric 
Will put me right to sleep
The dream I have is wonderful
And holier than deep
Do not lay here if you find me 
Or resist this ageless sea. 
Do no pay for vagrant nightfall
To disarm this when its free
Do not pull a pulverizor
Do not kiss the blatant dusk
Do not call a yellow misfit
Or preserve a thing that must


You must recognize the silence
Of a world that doesn't see
With eyes that have no pupils
Or with nights that do not sleep

For its eyes are planted somewhere
Deep within the golden grove
In an alabaster chamber
Growing seeds you haven't sewn.  


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