Truthful Wish Clear and bright, chill and stark Air snapped clean in winters edge In sun, cast golden round Hearts blood spilt warm Washed through with rain and light Soul and spirit rise Open and outpouring But pure and plain in each breath drawn Is life made right, her promise shown. To nourish a lump of slippery doubt The words fall short, feign leak as crumbs The sullied hollow fact spent out To draw within, a sickly word Needy sultry spirit called, Invocation false and wan Concealed, concealing all within Truth left blank so will nests sweet What truth held black nestled beneath? Curtain drawn round to withhold Swollen bellys turgid folds But naught is here, fear nothing, friend Our deeply needful ear soon bends Turned down into the sickly depth Lies concealed and slick The world, a hollow hope Drawn in darkness swimming Light choked black Breath pinched short, but bitter salt Light wrapped through in silent dark Nourished in but ink, Withered hands do clasp at naught Soon too weak to hold Into hidden maw to drift In silence soon consumed. I see the shadows twist and writhe But I am not to follow But cut instead the belly rent Split and hollow gushing Slashed open by my steady hand Lies cut open dying Lashing down to whip the blade Black liquid oozes flowing The blood of lies I cut and draw The blade it glistens brightly For light is freed in every wound Lies cut, no longer hiding. Chill waters surround, sudden and brittle clear I climb, a silver spark borne up … into night air Slipping upward, a shout to kindle the sun Now a spattered brightness Shimmering, spending her splintered heart of burnt heat And lavishing her lights blood sweetly down upon us Her boiling heat and stark laughter, too brash to permit Welcomes us For we are worthy of this thing We, who reveal and stand, and in turn, she To us, this day is but a song spent and naked Sung and heard before each moment Subtle, bright and wise are her children Singing and bright, unafraid, and deaf To the sound of all lies For we do know: Nothing is concealed, in a worthy world. Here, my friend, Feel her open heart, spilling light upon all things Platinum and silver are her tumbling sheets ...of heat and cool How copious and overflowing is her soul! A river of lapping heat and tender storm Drops of dappled rain and warm lights blood Spilled golden sweet from her heart Nourishing this open place Here, in this meadow of light and rolling wave Golden heat and swollen hills of rolling green The bounty of her heart twice spilled in lavish abandon Never secret, but too full… …to refuse. It is this which I will never conceal It is this… …which I wish for you. Clear and bright, chill and stark Air snapped clean in winters edge In sun, cast golden round Hearts blood spilt warm Washed through with rain and light Soul and spirit rise Open and outpouring But pure and plain in each breath drawn Is life made right, her promise shown. ––© Rich Norman 2014
Posted on: Wed, 24 Dec 2014 23:34:03 +0000
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