poem 71 of a poem a day for 2012 (inspired by the Joy of a Goddess)

Prometheus wades what our souls birth for Persephone    

the wind is the carve of clocks

that rake the sounds

everything will ever make

in passing the rides of

the lamentations and 

elations we strive for

here at the thin veil of

how water wears

the edges of the air

as a crown

before the sea cliffs

beckon a call 

in the gull cries

for more of how

even fate cannot escape

the weaves of gravity

and the placement of knees

before the crawl

everyone becomes

their own ocean

their own currents of

slow molecular driving  

herded electrons

lemming-pool where 

dark dreams lie

in wait for the Dawn

this is why Love  

is the highest tide

outside the eyes

this is why emotion

can last an eternity

because humanity

is in fast need

to bleed free from itself

we try to build ever closer

into permanent Heaven

losing little bits of 

wonder and awe

sensed along the way

with the wind

knowing it has wound 

around this world enough

to catch our hollows

when we fall

and that all

we carry are

the pieces of 

our Divine 

in the ways 

we let go of time

just to feel how

we have been

carved in the wind 

seed to flower

again

   

EJR (c)