Monday, May 22, 2006

The Crossing

i
The soldier's boots tap off minutes
along the stone parapet.
The moon sheds silent radiance
to define his shadow,
the shadow of a sword
that writes in stone
the song of the warrior -
the words of the true heart.
A song of binding and making
to forge from scaffolds of fire
the iron jungles of the world.
He is the guardian of the crossing.

ii
I release you into better hands -
into the arms of the universe.
Rise with the vapour from the grass
and walk into the untamed fire,
the boiling star of dawn.

Such blessed goodbye is this
small last source of comfort,
sweet flesh drawn to empty
beneath the hands of friends.

3 Comments:

Blogger Chris Never said...

I release you into better hands -
into the arms of the universe.


You really do have the great lines
tucked away in there Moon.

On a clear day
I can see your words hanging in a haze
above the city
swirling and gathering
building power

6:30 PM  
Blogger _Soulless_ said...

He is the guardian of the crossing.

Ahh, the first stanza, how it reads like magic -- feeding, sating the imagination. ^_^ Thank you.

10:17 AM  
Blogger burning moon said...

Hi Chris and Soulless, thanks.

moon

1:00 PM  

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