Of Fire and Steel
Alone in a room
the images take
tattered forms-
words switch out
with memories in
swirling visions.
One by one, letters
found and formed-
of fire and steel,
hammer upon anvil,
clang, clang, clang-
the words take their
shape, slowly with
mythical care.
An old sage places the
finished product upon
a shelf-
for all the world to see.
Universe
Grey skies, a
blossoming of
tears, raindrops
unfurling in unison.
This town, is dreary
on a Friday, church
bells ring, mocking
that genetic spinning
of the
universe.
The DNA code of
angelic allure, celestial
visions, phosphorus
night forthcoming.
Dreams interwoven,
within corridors of
memories.
Our hands are
aged relic vines
climbing-
mouths heavy breath,
arms flung and
thrust through-
the longing tides,
of the Moon fazes.
Thoughts of you
sing the sorrow
away-
Thoughts of you
bringing happiness-
Oh that wounded
smile, reeling in my
wandering soul-
Oh that perfect love-
love of the ages, gilded;
the golden clouds appear
and
the heavens sing.
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