This image
Perfect mould
Perfect mould
Holy Grail of the soul
Your love
Bestowed
Bestowed
Light mist of
Gold rain
Gold rain
Making everything
Vibrant
Vibrant
Bold
Elegant construction
Detailed music
Cascading down
Polishing slates
In the mountain crown.
In the mountain crown.
Yet we still struggle ahead
Amongst ancient branches dripping in moss
Even when the path is cut
Balance
May not found
May not found
Loneliness cannot be
Pinned to the ground
By beauty
And surrender.
And surrender.
We hesitate
We lean against old bark
And forget within reach
A steady arm
A steady arm
Through avoidance
Our perpetual fear is thus marked.
Our perpetual fear is thus marked.
Love isn’t always
An accessible passage
An accessible passage
To the waterfall of joy.
And when we try to describe
What’s at stake
What’s at stake
When we try to define
Just how much courage it does take
Just how much courage it does take
To trust, to love, to stay awake
Words ridicule the beauty
And it’s just
Water-break-its-neck.
Winter’s walk
By Gub
This wet water
Wall
With lightening ice
Lacing ferns that
Dangle
Daggers
Could fall.
We pass
Three generations
You and I
Paternal father
And son
Crawl
Slip-shod
With dog
Dynastic leap frog
Trusses
Time into a
Ancestral
Triple jump
The moss flecked
Antlers of the trees
Molecular model of
Of things we cannot see
Our universe
Expanded
And shrunk
Beneath the cloaked
Shadows
Of green-caped trunks
Winter’s
Walk
Past frozen water
A memory
To set us free..
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