Views of the Lost
Call of Reincarnation
Sometimes I wish to bathe in blue
immerse myself in aqua clouds
that spread cold air along my cheeks
smooth my legs to icy peaks.
And the stars will fall from the night sky
nestle themselves into my curling hair
while the moon, the moon will cry
sleek shadows to gloss my parted lips.
The air will taste golden with sweet breath
the sighs of orange nectar flowers
and birds who drink their silver sap
as the dust of last October's leaf showers.
Winter is sailing closer now
her silken robes touch the hollow Earth
they drag across my heavy eyes
whisper promises of sleep to keep their worth.
Into the silent softness of snow
into the cold hard cage of ice we once knew
that is where I will always go
when I wish to bathe myself in blue.
The colors flare out in fiery patterns
along the veins of tinted leaves
as the hues of gold and blood red
begin to replace the shimmery green.
The sun begins to surrender
to the call of dreamless dark sleep
and the moon makes her way to guard us
from the spiraling stars that reap.
The autumn wind slowly chills
as he waits in sorrow for the sight
of the beauty they name spring
so far away as the great birds' flight.
And the earth will let the north go numb
to block out the bite of icy chill
as the tideless waters will quicken
to keep up with the snow's fast thrill.
Breath that exudes from lips
like sap from hallowed trees
and like the curves that line her hips
carved by wind and water.
She stands taller than mountains
her bright eyes filled with stars
and overflowing with formations
of diamond aqua tears.
Her hair is of the grassy fields
that trail twin paths along the earth,
ground that white flowers yield,
created from the seeds of birth.
Her close friend is named the moon
and her father is the sun.
Father says don't see him
But she and the moon are one.
When winter takes her colors,
when spring ignites her hope,
when summer flourishes the lovers,
and fall beckons the death of earth.
She will remain like the mountains
carved by the air and sea.
She will continue to fan
her grassy lands with breeze.
While her lover the moon
carasses the oceans from afar
encouraging the waves to swoon
and rise to breathe as lungs once more.
immerse myself in aqua clouds
that spread cold air along my cheeks
smooth my legs to icy peaks.
And the stars will fall from the night sky
nestle themselves into my curling hair
while the moon, the moon will cry
sleek shadows to gloss my parted lips.
The air will taste golden with sweet breath
the sighs of orange nectar flowers
and birds who drink their silver sap
as the dust of last October's leaf showers.
Winter is sailing closer now
her silken robes touch the hollow Earth
they drag across my heavy eyes
whisper promises of sleep to keep their worth.
Into the silent softness of snow
into the cold hard cage of ice we once knew
that is where I will always go
when I wish to bathe myself in blue.
The colors flare out in fiery patterns
along the veins of tinted leaves
as the hues of gold and blood red
begin to replace the shimmery green.
The sun begins to surrender
to the call of dreamless dark sleep
and the moon makes her way to guard us
from the spiraling stars that reap.
The autumn wind slowly chills
as he waits in sorrow for the sight
of the beauty they name spring
so far away as the great birds' flight.
And the earth will let the north go numb
to block out the bite of icy chill
as the tideless waters will quicken
to keep up with the snow's fast thrill.
Breath that exudes from lips
like sap from hallowed trees
and like the curves that line her hips
carved by wind and water.
She stands taller than mountains
her bright eyes filled with stars
and overflowing with formations
of diamond aqua tears.
Her hair is of the grassy fields
that trail twin paths along the earth,
ground that white flowers yield,
created from the seeds of birth.
Her close friend is named the moon
and her father is the sun.
Father says don't see him
But she and the moon are one.
When winter takes her colors,
when spring ignites her hope,
when summer flourishes the lovers,
and fall beckons the death of earth.
She will remain like the mountains
carved by the air and sea.
She will continue to fan
her grassy lands with breeze.
While her lover the moon
carasses the oceans from afar
encouraging the waves to swoon
and rise to breathe as lungs once more.