quintessence of my life resounds in bars
she sings and strums
as the watery web, the wasteland, melts away,
a smle in rhyme & song & voice & strums.
The strength to snatch a melody from Life,
tossed off like a careless gesture,
eternal whilst it lasts,
then swallowed by the Rose that gave it life,
the strength of strings that come to rest in silence,
no tear shed for the passing of a universe.
And wherefore would it fall?
A tiny sphere inside a room
which grows, then cracks
& melts all Pain to Ice.
There is Spirit it would seem,
that danced a waltz of laughter.
A rhapsody of endless dancing notes,
though laid to rest,
can live at will.
They dance before my eyes
and seal me in a bubble like the moon
& hypnotise & mesmerise
& come & go & leave me all too soon.
Each note, a universe, working to goodwill,
each sound, around,
yes, here & there.
I try to hook my Soul upon a Sound,
yet miss, and must dismiss
this clutching weakness.
To catch infinity in my hand?
I clasp it tight, afraid to see the Sun,
my opened palm reveals,
tobacco- yellowed skin,
your universe is gone
or should I say?
"I cannot snatch it up."
For all the while I bask in endlessness,
they say, "familiarity breeds contempt",
or, at least, forgetfulness.
Ghostly electricity of your cloud
has left me stung.
I cannot touch It.
I cannot touch It.
But I feel It.
All univereses are one & indivisable,
& nothing
but a fading echo,
of my dreams.
