Credo
ill not sleep tonight.
i think ill float the streets. find some new air to breathe
or else regain the fragments of old lungs,
the veined smoke of winter walks,
the bones of songs hotly sung
as hymns, as temples
to a too-familiar god,
the nameless one that you were before new peaks smeared the dawn
of this whirring maze,
where silence rings unreal,
so i will hunt for it and hunt the bones which i can feel
screaming from a silent screen and
you cant hear them now.
the drone is far too loud.
i am alone in my silence. i cannot find you here.
i have no past but the ghosts of five muted years
we tread the watery hum,
four mouthless staring eyes
waiting for a silence to come
oh, just to break! but this stillness is all mine,
mine to peal apart in bells bound to drown you in time
but if we'd met in a tunnel in the dark
our eyes could never hide,
nor, in the blackness, the sparks ~
these bells are wrought of inward spinning,
our dawn's red swelling,
that lonely beating
return to sound
but dew~purified.
is it dawn? an idea ~
an idea evaded, like you...
my hand lies far outstretched,
my arms are wide
for all who'd ever pause to try to think of silence
as water without wind,
just waiting to be stirred
and sound, stalactites in a floorless cave
but where are you? are you of that land of sound?
no...you are the nameless you
dragging each love~song out
out of this heart whose jaggedness youve tried
to smooth with silent knowing of a beauty residing
in a self i know better than you,
and i know a truth that even you can't dispute
that everything that i create is
so much greater
than its creator
it has its own life, has its own weight,
all i do is mold the shapes
that all will outlive me,
someday ill melt back into the sea.
im not sleeping,
stars are rising,
smiling, cloaked in clouds undying...