Thursday, 06 December 2007

• Ode to the Moon

  Ode To The Moon

   

  Right before the moonrise

  Moonrise and I am caught

  In the chords of the rhythm revolution

   

  Locked into the concepts orbiting above and below me

  Heaven and Hell

  Sky and Dirt

  Rain and Fire

  Test me

  I rearrange

  I reconvene with the spirit of sobriety

   

  Clear as the crisp cool collection of questions answered

   

  Can I resize the standards suggested by scholars

  Yes

   

  Can I redesign the education of my Daughters

  Yes

   

  Can I formulate a new religion

  Desecrate the podium of Conviction

  Rely upon myself to complete those commissions

  Yes

   

  Set before me are the trials of these Americas

  These hungry children

  These forgotten wives

  These thirsty men

   

  I beg Apollo for a morning

  “Send me the Sun!”

   

  But the Moon has other plans for me

  Seeks out the shadows   

  The reflections

  The Old Earth Songs Three

   

  I am forced to cast spells and conjure images of gardens and laughter

  Of pitter and patter

  Feet small  

  Young Love in the flesh

  To heal the wounds that hate made

  • 5:53 PM
  • 10 Views
  • 0 eProps
  • 0 Comments