What I Want

What I want...is a wind, to carry a rippling of blossom fair to you
Where you take in for a moment the flowing of creation
What I want is a seagull that sounds its cry and fly with you
And you would feel the sea with only wonder and fascination

I want a flame to burn beside your heart
You'd find that there could never be a touch of cold
In the sunbeams that peek through clouds you'll see
Beyond their tales, you would hear what they have told

I want the deepest ocean to send you its secrets
So then you can know how deeply I care
The longest of path and river and wind-stream
Carry you on safe travels everywhere

I want whatever wings hover in skies, splash them with color
So that in some way you may find your dreams once more
I want to know of the hummingbird that may sing its song
And songs of sunshine that you once knew before

Though it seems I'm wanting, truly my heart gives
Travel safe, traveler, yet I feel it's not enough
What things I want in wishing on such for you
It was you who'd given me all from your love

I want the mountains to find every strength you need
The helplessness of stray crumbling rock oft made old eyes teary
And a million stars must give way in stellar grace
In energies from which you wouldn't feel weary

Of all things endless I'd give you, all the words I speak
What I want, the most and above all
Is that you would live in a smile, and find the ways you seek
Past remnants of haze and upon dreams I call

Is this not life, what I want is yours evermore
Placed within longing, and unto every shore
What I want is a wind to carry high frequencies forth
What is it that could be asked in the forevermore?

©Iggy 1988 March 6

Inspired by Yoda's Theme

The Gray One

There once was a gray man, a gray coat he had.
A gray hat and a gray head, and in gray he was clad.
And he had nothing to hold, nothing to do.
Having nothing of pan, nothing of house but a pass through.
To sleep away from the cold, he could yet find a way.
He took gray pieces of cloth and placed care in their fray.

And one night he stirred and heard a bell ring.
Though it was faint, barely clear in the soft night appearing.
It rang with a magical sound, like a glimpse of faraway.
And the bell ceased not, as it sang its strange note to play.

As the bell rang in its lucid echoes, there came a man,
And he said to the gray man; Take this gray tree,
It grows easily the softest gray leaves.
And the gray man thanked him and he was glad.

The next twilight, the bell ringing in the distance.
A gray visitor brought the gray man a steed, without resistance.
And in those gray nights, the gray man obtained many things.
And in each night that bell rang, he thanked the bell that rings.

The gray velvet of the steed, the gray growing leaf,
From his new window, a thankfulness swelled inside.
In the air, from his gray chair, he gave thanks to his life.
And in the gray night, he surrendered love to his belief.

During the gray day, and into the evening he heard the bell.
Yet this time it was more beautiful than he could tell.
It carried a magic like trumpets, harps, and singing.
And the gray man stood still and heard more than the ringing.

And then the Lord came to him and said; Take my hand.
The smallest spark of light began from the grain of sand.
The gray leaves slowly showed a vibrant glistening green.
The edges of dwelling seemed lifted from shadow, finally seen.

A small ember glowed with yellow in shades of fire's hue.
And gold and amber brightened upon a sudden reveal of sky's blue.
The steed became a velvet brown and soft white, with eyes deep.
And the meadows sprawled out in all directions with dewy pink.

And in the night that fell, the indigo of its tone was beheld.
The walls of shade, that was once in the gray,
Fell away in the eyes of the man who would pray.
A release of something he had yet to know why he so dwelled.

And the man had a red coat, and a bright silver crown.
And he had emerald eyes and radiant rose in his face and brow.
Rainbows ran deep and ran in heights almost to white.
Reaching through space dark and into the light.
The music that he heard rang now far into the night,
Voids swept away, God loves so, and all things faded,
...He made bright.

©Iggy 1988

The Tale Of Terrae

A cloud so fragile, so delicate that it only lingered above humid ground.

Then from the ground came an echo of distant energy.

Moon's disregarding face turned again, and it turned all around.

Deep furnaces came about to recall planet's sensory.

 

Somewhere from deep within a deathly fate,

A message was preserved, that of photosphere complete and full.

An echo while in darkness, never to fade.

The element of all life that had been, that may be, sprang anew.

Light came to be alive again, sun's brilliant emergence and properly tuning.

To arise from the long dead dust, as then dust cleared.

They ask now from the blue, had they been asleep, musing?

It's a bow shock that sprung out this way, as if mirrored.

And with all cosmic episode to give, did Venus relive, and re-awake.

Upon four sides the same returned, fires burned, the smile in nebula's lake.

For the sun shifted its mass to align, a promised sign, and matter did shake.

Even in the lowest vantage point, up in the sky the stars still shine.

The twine and undergrowth crowns the utmost pole in bloom.

If ever there was question of duration the crystal records that time.

While one rotation seems a two-hundred twenty-four count resume.

 

In the silent night air, which had appeared as a bright cloud ambient,

A voice is soft with delight as the shadow softened to a deeply blue.

In the silent warmth of her sphere, Venus hosted life predominant.

And there the beauty that was remembered, was remembered as it was new.

So there an echo subsides in the mists of Venus, the airy lift and droplet dew.

And the patterns of the universe, the arches of celestial force, have remained true.

 

 

Raging electric storms and winds began speeding over what was destroyed,

An ancient world of sea and stone had laid in shrouds of haze.

But out upon nova's trail the code of stars and light filled this void.

Its time would become timelessness in its passing of days.

 

The luminous stellar disk-waves embrace the solar flame,

The polar axis in perfect upward line and turning in a halo of blue.

Life upon four sides returned again, anew is the nucleus now tame.

The resurrection sparked like the storm beginning the galactic cue.

 

They may ask how this is possible, for the evident rebirth.

In the reckoning of light years in vast outer arms there was eternity.

And it has magnified itself to include all contents formed upon Earth.

The endlessness of space has used within itself every possible certainty.

The whole of element line, and mass sublime never to decline.

The formation of planet and moon, in tune, ever entwine.

There lives once again, to begin, the same which in death did die.

 

At the highest mountain peaks it can be seen, the clear water sea.

Each green river of moss of mountain base lead to shallows and grotto.

The ice at the bottom of the world since melted, revealed crystal and tree.

The crystal core illuminated frictionless passageways in a harbor aglow.

 

Soft grounds and sand host waters that still flow in tides.

Light of electric magnetic in two angles than it was before, and clear it shows.

A light that now bends not and rides out on horizons on all sides.

While the surface of Earth settled to features of ocean and tidal flows.

 

So now the tale continues from Earth's globe of watery blue.

And the patterns of the universe spoke in ways that would only be true.

 

 

Far off at another step away in solar dance the faraway world of two moons peer.

They sent greetings to the world of green, then the one of blue and tree.

Looking upon all the solar events in a new light and understanding, with no fear,

From a world that never realized it was the last of the three.

 

Inner cores of galaxy secret of worlds locked within photon's mass,

Connected complex molecular strands, and engulfed the dim reaches once freezing.

Bellowing in flame that planets form, orbit in life, then die drawing in phosphine gas.

And while without formations of stellar time, they're intricately weaving.

 

For what has happened could never be held back in space.

Galactic movement with force will wake, restfully in spans of black.

The far off halo of nearest star leaving a distinct celestial trace.

And though a strange quiet and dark fell, life did hide, but it came back.

Return to that which was love before, telling of lore, and now can never leave.

Energy has been pulsar's growing beat and there a retreat, worlds to retrieve.

The contents of nebula cloud and spiral arms, in a trio of dawns, seem to breathe.

The journey had taken all parts of knowing every angled force.

Isotope arches again from centers of galaxy aligned perfectly, magnetic storms flow.

Commanding the race far beyond cosmic rays that nebula held in its course.

The journey encircles and expands toward all it may know.

Echoes call out from deeply hidden and small dark suns, in eerie sonic waves.

But the nearest stars to these worlds are now glistening in their tides.

Shedding the last drifts of obscure delta wave leaving behind empty graves.

From Mars again a voice calls out to greet life upon all twelve sides.

 

The still, quiet airs that hang over the Martian landscape are fair.

Indeed the planet has been given a multitude of color and wonder.

And here there are also waters of deep, murky blue, and deep dark lair.

A cloud so fragile, so delicate that it will linger within humid slumber.

Out there, toward the sun that warms, that storms, with equal dispersing.

The magnitudes of solar flare, solar glare, have brought moon's emerging.

Of all the time counted for Mars, healing scars, sun's timing more encouraging.

 

So here the song of cosmic love and radiance keeps Mars brilliance anew.

The patterns and designs of all the universe, have woven all that is true.

 

 

 

©Iggy 2000

Inspired by La Paloma Revient

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