Casting

The moments end at last, everyone dies alone.
But when the soul should pass, will time still have a home?
We wonder and we ask, we struggle as we hone.
With recalled joy surpass, sweet memories we comb.
Gazing into the past, new threads of light are sewn.
Despite betrayal alas, we will have surely grown.
Across a great crevasse, above the river's foam.
The sun's radiance basks, the darkness, the unknown.

One Eyed Crow

A one eyed crow sits vulnerable in the snow

Sick from cold, ruffled feathers and alone

Isolation

He peers up at me, bearing a milk white, swollen, marble eye

Telling myself this crow will live, but knowing this to be a lie

Isolation

Once a magnificent raven, obsidian wings glinting in the sunlight

Now an old forgotten soul, sick with fear and without sight

Isolation

Strength of gravity pulling hard on his bones

Tying him to the pavement while he twitters a barely audible moan

 

Isolation

But high up in the tree, what do I see?

I see a watchman, looking closely at me

Perceived Isolation

His brother, his tribesman, his friend, lovingly protects

As his compadre leaves this place of suffering and moves on to the next

Perceived Isolation

Everyone dies alone, One Eyed Crow entering the realms of the stars

But remember, there are those who love you sitting watching from afar

Below the Mesa...

A red sun collapses, a spirit relapses.
Upon the desert floor, beckons a darkened door.

A feeling of unrest, what lurks beyond the crest?
Eyes fixed upon a cave, the scenery engraved.

I fight to turn away, my gaze, the wind it sways.
A dry leaf cracks and falls, to this, attention draws.

My companion cries out, for this, there is no doubt!
I turn back towards it, my startled mind is split.

A crease in space and time, unfolds to the sublime.
My eyes do not concur, with what my brain would blur.

A white wolf? A desert sloth? A moving sunlit swath?
A crescent moon descends, without feet, it extends.

Its shape and form defy, my logic goes awry.
Smoke-like, frost-white skin, light flowing from within.

Its sneaking smile creeps, I know not, if It leaps.
For breath, my reason gasps, its face, I cannot grasp.

I have no thought to stay. Fear becomes, I run away.
No heed of nearby thorns, as if by blood I've sworn.

Many years have gone past, the memory, long last.
I still think of its grin, that eve, I saw the Jinn.

Hmmm?

Elegant urbanity,
the barbarian surprises?

Savage douche baggery,
the poet nay!