The Sweet Bark of Old Moons
Like some provincial rain that came crisp
from latent springs sprung too tight
stored energy fast relinquished
down a sliding sun into new light
I blessed your spirit on the high brow of my cusp
the bent bow of this relentless pirate's ship
about to give way to the eternal sea, that never sleeps
that never sleeps, but always calls my name
This is where I find the space, the center of your grace
to keep my time in line and faith in place
Out on misty, foggy, clouds, of white puffed smoke
where tangerine dreams float void of a thought of death
in the warmth of some angora fever it's the wool of you
upon my skin reminding me of your cambric soul
so I dance on-- here -- with this pauper's heart
in the blade-grass of a long past century
some old soul rhythm tapping my feet
as good ghosts all come fast in gathering
My parched desires scrubbed upon walls of fine
compromised by religion which leads to fears
in quarter tones of thoughts that fly with gulls
to wink a wing before a caw and cry
each to have no dominion over WHY
this is where I find the space, the sweet corner of your grace
to keep my time in line and love in place
The sweet sauce of tremulous times
that stole my heart in great remembrances
would all crumble, crash and burn
if not for Mother's ash upon my brow
if not for faith in love somehow
Into some sunlight 'morrow where the corn is gold
where the thrashing of a whale defines a story told
where the mast of my vessel blood, my sailing ship,
takes a final bow before it bends and dips
May my good-bye mean one more hello
may my life be one that you may know
what I sight when with these aging sea-clad eyes
scenes of you in eternal, bountiful , skies
For this is where I find good space,
the evidence of your grace
has been profound enough to erase
all that hammers at me fast
when in doubt you flabbergast
this is where I find your lace
to keep my love of you in place
This is where I find my faith
In God, In love, in time, in place.
This is where I find the space
to keep my life in states of grace.
ajs