A SILVER LINING

A SIGHT TO CHERISH AND BEHOLD
A MOVING VOICE FOR YOUNG OR OLD
AND WHOLESALE MOOD BEREFT OF MOON OR TIDE
FORSAKEN ONCE AND TOSSED AWAY
UNNOTICED AFTER FAMILY FRAY
THE PERIL OF THE PASSION SWEPT ASIDE

WAS THIS NOT TIME FOR BENDED KNEE
WAS THIS NOT IMMORTALITY
WITH GRIEVING MOMENT STOLE FROM CHURCH’S STAND
A BECKON NEVER CARRIED THROUGH
A BURIED SMILE, THE THING TO DO
THE EVER PRESENT ARROGANCE AT HAND…

HE CHORTLES TO THE BARD INSIDE
A FLEETING LOOK AS EVER SNIDE
A MEETING OF THE INNOCENTS TO HORDE
A SENTIMENT AT SHALLOW FLING
FOR WORD MAY CARRY QUITE A STING
AS CANNON, OR AS ARROW, OR AS SWORD…

AS WATER FROM THE FEATHERED GREEN
THE HURT WILL SLIDE AND STAY UNSEEN
THE OUTER LOOK OF STRENGTH BE VAST RENOWN
AND DAYS OF QUEST BE TRODDEN WELL
AVOIDING OF A PRIVATE HELL
THE IMPETUS OF KNOWING BE THE CROWN

IF KNOWLEDGE BE THE MAIN CAPRICE
THEN BLIND PURSUANCE WILL NOT CEASE
THE MORNING OR THE AFTERNOON TO BEAR
WHEN FINAL CALL IS CLOAKED AND DONE
BE JUST IN TIME FOR SETTING SUN
PERHAPS THE DARKNESS WANTS US MORE AWARE…

B.C. MAY 15 / 09

PATIENCE PERCHANCE (a re-posting)

THE EVENING HAD SURLY BEGINNINGS IT SEEMED
WHEN A WHISPER WAS TRADED FOR SHOUT
AND THE CHARM OF THE WINE HAD A LIFE OF ITS OWN
AS A SCOUNDREL AT ONCE WAS LET OUT…
IN A BITTERER TONE THAN HAD YET BEEN ACHIEVED
CAME A RAMPANT SUCCESSION OF LIES
AND THE LOGIC BAROMETER BOBBED WITH UNEASE
NEITHER PLACING FOR WICKED OR WISE…
AS DISARMING THE HARBINGER, STRIPPING THE SUIT
THAT HAD WEATHERED THE BEST OF THE STORMS
CAME A PURPOSE SO DARK THAT IT STOOD IN THE LIGHT
TO COMMUTE THROUGH ITS VARIOUS FORMS
CANNOT FIGHT WHAT IS LESSER IF LESSER IS PUSHED
TO THE BORDER OF WHAT WILL FALL DOWN
FOR A MOMENT OF LEARNING IS SO FAR BEYOND
THAT OF ACRE, OR TITLE, OR CROWN…
IN A DREAM OF THE FUTURE THE RABBIT WAS KING
HE WAS GENTLE, AND NOBLE, AND MUTE
AND HIS SUBJECTS WOULD PROSPER AND SMILE WHEN THEY SLEPT
NEVER HAUNTED OR STALKED BY DISPUTE…
IN A DREAM OF THE DARK SIDE THE MAMBA WAS GOD
THE SAVANNA WAS CASE TO HIS THRONE
AND HE TOOK WHAT HE WANTED AND DID WHAT HE PLEASED
BUT HE ENDED UP SAD, AND ALONE…
IN A BLIGHT OR A BLINDNESS BROUGHT ON BY THE STARS
AND OUR CLOSENESS TO GOOD SISTER MOON…
WE INCLINE TO REMEMBER WHAT BRINGS US OUR JOY
AND TO PAIN WE ATTEMPT TO ATTUNE
BUT IF BOLDER AND NEWER IS BIGGER AND BETTER
THEN WHERE STANDS THE JOURNEYMAN’S FATE…
IN A BREATH FOR THE GALAXY, SPIT FOR THE SPEED
WE CONCEIVE… AND WE THINK…AND WE WAIT…

9/6/11