Quicksands Of Gamma

Throughout the woven passageways leading into that faraway

A single travel of thousand year speed would only see mist and spray

Around it turns, suns burn in the reach of its spark, and the spiral will sway

All of a fast moving sphere, all folded in dark, and all so clear

Giant cloud forms in opposite spiral under the other, being of unknown size

Long passing to another distance that cannot be seen with any scope of eyes

Like a deep cave in suspended core-glaze, in blue rays, eruptions ablaze

A distance quite inconceivable but the beauty all too believable

 

Dark forlorn grounds of outside moon that held no freeze or heated extreme

Stretched past orbital connection and solar reflection in the glows of far off gleam

A galactic disc throwing back light in isolated quavers formed in a dense whole

Absorbing moon that strayed, a measured part small, the rest was unknown

The pulse, a beat so vast, a wave of expansion, a turning so fast

And with that there was not only one way, but many gone past

Up toward deep blue sky, unlike day, unlike night, a billowing cloud rose

So thick was the outer layer that a giant archer could stand under its slopes

The grounds held no quiver, and archer gave way as a mere silent gate and song

The endless clarity beneath a tepid vapor has been immensely prolonged

Out on center spin pulses race unseen from below, rarely to flutter, never to slow

Taking in light years in a single flow, and yet only to utter the reddish aglow

 

Reaches that can be detected of every single layer wound in velvet leaf

Staring down from impossible heights while velvet sands lie underneath

Still while the passage to this point flew past so much in black path

Unnumbered shape-scattered mass adjusting to quasar's flames of wrath

Out of invisible streams of the finest dust there will follow more

Toward Gamma globular clusters wrapped of darkness with weightless core

The sands of under layers beneath galaxy's disc, the grains suns have sown

Expanded far beyond their tone, in a swarm, vast and unknown

 

Before coming upon the pull of pulsar's light, each turning beam is open

Vaporous globes bellow and sigh, but of Gamma, a passage is spoken

Wide arms envelope like splashes of white frozen blankets of designed coils

Drawn into a flame we can only imagine, only guess the raging boils

And the grains each have their own density and partly cover this expanse

Slowly shifting to and fro until a certain point where they wildly advance

Always drifting into oblivion and reaching another far off beyond

Uncounted for the beginning is multitude, concealed and foregone

 

The focused giant mass that soars beyond the uttermost overhead

It's difficult to know the center of the storm for an endless spread

Wherever the consuming core lies, anywhere is within storm's eye

But calm continues and out on solar tracts, harmony continues by

Hiding the under-layer of quicksands below galaxy's disc, a top side sand

Though remnants their beauty so fragile you dare not reach out your hand

Still the layers wound in smoothest circles round crystalline star-made branch

With great speed stars whip by in linear trails which fade into spiral avalanche

Like a revelation of heaven's mass, universe's formidable mixtures pass

From under dark grounded grass, there's still element of crystal glass

 

Frictional sparks thrown out so far from all this way seems a single flare

Aimlessly falter in such that is dim, suddenly Gamma enhances the glare

Close to each of the spinning orbs one can feel the intense energy

And looking toward the direction they go seems an uncertain destiny

Gazing over the long dark space that reaches no end, they'll pulsate

And from Gamma once again was their glowing complete, ever their fate

Perhaps from every corner of darkness there can be heard its pulse

In moving parts of chaotic worlds' starkness, solar realms waltz

But out beyond the giant sphere of mass density is where they're bound

Floating so long in the comprehension of time that no eon is to be found

 

In all of the nowhere endlessly the sight never loses its wonder

For in the whole of its majesty there could never be any number

So now in the trails of frozen void, the beauty of Gamma is unspeakable

On ways and courses that appear ahead, nowhere calculates as unreachable

And the traveler seeks what the travel itself beckons of traveler's view

Going further on the quicksands awaken dormant specks of red color hue

Weaving through fixed light made up of multi shades of violet plumes

Long funnels of designed matter stretch over rolling proportional fumes

Forms of cloud hover over mounded top bringing a sprinkling of downpours

Whereas a dry wrapping of heat is magnified to surround their very course

Below, the unknown solid landings of Gamma are exceedingly churning

From all corners past its expanding, all paths are toward it turning

 

Outer ice drifting amid large fragmented rock that once had form

Matter that had been crushed by hurled giants as debris from a storm

Through an almost endless series of great drops and sheer, terrific falls

A tremendous crashing stirring is almost silent before nebular walls

Reaching again far into outer frozen webs and inner clustered mass

Upon each side dances strange characters of nameless dust and gas

Where all was aflame from afar now seems only a dense glowing

While still the sands swell up and out into a distance of no showing

Ahead there may be seen formations circled beginning to unfold and open

Their slow moving makes no witness of fragile cover that seems broken

And whatever could be their guide stands clear in the utmost of all powers

For never could there be a pool so wide that galaxies are scattered showers

 

So unlike anything of solar origin and yet an equivalent of all planetary

The rays of Gamma pull with such a force that its core seems imaginary

The blanket of stars position at random as if deepening wraps inside greater trails

Far off surface begins to tear apart and pull into further cracks under vapor sails

And out on unbounded plane there shines a reflection as if by a sun

However it is clearly only an illumination of stellar creations begun

At zero and zero minus, layers bounding through currents in a sea of space

Out beyond the scope of this other side that may lead to Gamma's face

Soft light twinkles hiding the true density, and moon worlds draw in turns

Starlight of unknown immensity, small to that which Gamma churns

 

Ever the planes expand and appear to strain further to awaiting shores

Until finally Gamma's surface directly engulfs all the eye explores

A darkness surrounding the mass in thin, breathless whispers of cold

But no quiver is detected from the soft velvet grounds as sands enfold

Accumulating around tiny spores are airy fragments in magnetic suspension

And the vastness of Gamma becomes at this point all of every dimension

Negative energies of what used to soar, now lie quiet as dust from before

Like a cauldron of seething force, all filters through the very core

 

Under a mind-boggling depth the levels down continue and grow warm

Within a complete passing of Gamma time do the softer crusts start to form

Then does the wave of dense flame heat an element used of pulsar speeds

And of pulsar each turn expands in swollen cloud echo, and its signal impedes

To every star off away so very far, was Gamma's call and pulsar's warning

The boiling pools in Gamma, of all its sands, massive grains are swarming

 

Upon whatever form still of original size, the ice no longer exists

Broken up and melting beyond any water vapor that could persist

Roots of strange ancient growth are climbing ever far above in the dim

A darkly furnace now becomes a vast space of itself, a place of the grim

Any chill element, every cold lair, has no meaning of this great fiery sea

Woven into such granular metric hair, element broken down atomically

 

A field of systems outside the field of the sands that steadily hold dramatic steam

Weave around the events and trap no measure of time to go unhindered like a dream

But dead matter traveling on as if the consuming fires of Gamma were their destiny

With no doubt it will be different, changing within Gamma's raging intensity

The entity that is this force having the intelligence that clouds wrung round it race

A solid realm that treads like an intricate lace, the dark red core is ever set ablaze

The very core shifts by stars in tremendous mass past knowing, in nova's deluge

Down below Gamma's grounds of velvet-leaf is death's last and only refuge

For all the journey it would take, all these sands out on galaxy's wake

May never reach beyond Gamma's stake, for beyond time it would take

 

So in verse, in poetry I have found a way to tell of great and unfathomable things

I know not how every end will be, I have questions bouncing off Saturn's rings

Reaching the point where sands of matter begin their rolling tide

Pass the endless scope of Gamma's sphere until at last gone through

Gamma's massive side

 

©Iggy 1998

From The Deep There Were Drums

Through darkness thick and darkness deep

Well footing and instinct may serve very well

Always wondering if this is all an image of sleep

And reminding ourselves this is the waking realm

 

Gripping the edges of walls and ready to draw the sword

Struggling along trying to keep a steady pace

Once these were halls in golden light and once adored

Now given way to foreboding in an empty place

 

From the beginning we knew there were dark feelings

And at the other end into the sun, still warnings we must heed

Past these tunnels and roads, hollow, vast limestone ceilings

Going on with only the faintest idea of where it may lead

No markers between and guessing from rumor we're halfway through

No matters from the outside world could again be more pressing 

If the twinkling of only one tiny star could be mirrored in this pool

It would seem the mountain were small and so the strain of guessing

 

Walk carefully and know that each sigh is felt behind and ahead

I cannot tell if something awaits further on or if I'm afraid

Because sometimes long ago tales we've heard spoke of such dread

In such a gloom and only barely a dim torch, everywhere can fade

 

Scattered treasure that once had value in whatever it served

The few words we speak now and a memory of song as it comes

Feels as though the more treasure is regarded, the more obscure

The silence is broken for from the deep there were drums

 

Perils had been reflected upon and measures taken, and the danger noted

But the path that would have been easier to turn away, that's when we were brave

Whenever it all happens, we shall find a way, were the words once quoted

They made sense then, but never reached an end, no direction they gave

Twisting and turning ways around massive rock walls and long buried halls

Coming through one menacing path which only leads to another

Grasping my hand over my my chest so the beat of my heart slows under footfalls

An occasional breeze slips through the air under this immense cover

 

Everywhere there are signs of death but instead of frightful, they're subdued

From early evening to late at night our journey's timing is hard to tell

A crisp clear sting of wind and stone keep us all awake, and so we ensue

Coming upon a corner that may serve as a resting point beside a deep well

 

A darkness flutters in a thicker wave, from where it comes I don't want to know

All the laughter from happy times I've closed within my heart

A creeping sense of something eerie and dull begins to feel colder than the snow

Bordering a terror and fear beyond an emptiness of the dark

 

It was never a desire for this conquest to turn into a final invasion

Of the ending steps where we will undoubtedly go, it's bound to meet us harsh

I see the warning signs of every breath of stagnant air, in hesitation

It serves well to keep wary in this expanse where drums beat in a distant march

 

There is no time to slack and then again time here is all consuming

Any dawn we've seen with tired eyes begins to go in deeper and slip away

The time of day has gone far above but here it's unknown and never moving

A year may have gone but it couldn't be counted as each single hour can sway

Under this range and far from the towering doors we walk in the unknown

If any primitive will awakes this would be the place to lose a sense of choice

But journey's end lies somewhere beyond the echo of footfall, not yet shown

Being always aware to think quietly within a small gathering of one voice

Although we've gone steadily into the feared depths, really we have plunged

Down further until any sense of height appears as an abyss below our feet

Minding each step as the legends spoke of byways that gave way and lunged

In moments of pause and rest, still from the deep there were drums' beat

Of the winding upward stair and harrowing descent are chambers of the dead

So long forgotten beneath the dust that settled evenly in the marks of any name

If I only pass by these deeply buried chambers of a kingdom unspoken, unsaid

Forever would I still feel each point of bewilderment in my heart the same

Now we continue on from a quest that begins to grow beyond our grasp

We must keep going and abandon any desire to stop or hope for its end

So tread alongside me, my friend, for so long has the darkness gathered to last

I once thought adventures, too, were marvels and now look what we comprehend

 

Secret tunnel below and emptiness overhead, behind the small trail of footsteps

In such a place where no mirage can be seen, the false ring of running water

Carry onward and hurry along, we fare under hanging twine and root's depths

While the moisture in the air hardly offers comfort, we head yet farther

 

With unnumbered turns we've gone it's natural to believe it's nearly over

Closer we walk side by side, following with great care the light-bearing guide

And at some points the way is treacherous, forcing us to move much slower

Yes, it's difficult to know what pace to keep and continue any adjusted stride

 

In low whispers words of encouragement bring the burden off our minds

In low tones underneath the flows of tunnel breeze, we will rest up ahead

From this place it doesn't appear so menacing only for the decaying synclines

For only a little while I can sleep and dream away the looming dread

 

Holding onto all the memories of sunlit, wooded strolls in some long past Spring

In some eerie belief that they could never again be reached or again taken

The gloom stays unrelenting, seeming to build and the despairing it has to bring

Has never felt so strong or so forced and leaves me feeling shaken

In the thickness of all night one wonders endlessly, thinking why

Hundreds and thousands of steps already under us all who are so weary

Engulfing us in such a choking shadow, the obscurity will only sigh

Haltingly moving in the dark as if shadows cursed us to never see clearly

 

Of winding paths and impossible passages through underground ways

All the time was there a strange haunt keeping a grip of this quest

And of crumbling roads that seem far and so much more a maze

It's this path alone we've gone that hosts us as an unwelcome guest

 

Inside slopes have run down inclines in varying degrees and still sink

All the blackness of the deep has brought only a numbing of feeling sought

The totality of shadow struck at first but aura had faded and mind not to think

Keeping a steady pace for the slightest idea there echoes your thought

Dark ways that leave no sensation beyond that of a grim desolation

Wondering ever where this place has lead us to and where we'll end up next

With accounts and recollections from our guide there's vague memorization

The scope of a realm that we knew was riddled and now growing more perplexed

The going is starting to seem opposing and the way begins to climb

Time to adjust the direction and set forth in a quicker pace abound

The sooner we reach the other side where the other doors must hide

The better our chance to finish a trek that doomed the very ground

 

Drawing closer to the conclusion gives a distinct urge to be hurried

While the depths have been left far behind, we stand within murky grasp

Passes and archways open before stone halls appearing swept through flurried

And bridges go across deep chasms where upward tunnel winds blast

Maybe the sunlight is only one hour away and we'll find the doors

The ever-growing sense of caution fill these ruins and chambers bare

Strangely that there are marks scattered in the dust upon the rock floors

A scent from ashes and fire drifts along in the motion of the air

Another short flight across a vast spread made up of flattened stone

In barely a moment to catch a breath and prepare for one more run

Suddenly heeding faintly detectable sounds, knowing we're not alone

Looking back, side, behind, keep a watchful eye for whatever may come

It's been such a while that we've spent through this ghastly expanse

Yet this legendary kingdom had been deathly quiet, a nature of hidden maze

Many times at many points have I been overwhelmed, my fears enhance

For the unknown threat and the encompassing shadow where I'd rigidly gaze

Ancient relics and the remains of lifetimes that once were

Somber reminders how ages have passed and another comes

Making the memory of their delight the more obscure

In a constant rhythm from the deep, there were drums

 

 

©Iggy 1998

Inspired by J.R.R. Tolkien's 'A Journey In The Dark' from The Lord of the Rings

Once In Your Life

Because you're standing far away from a silver sea,

And that even from a glimpse I see your sorrow.

Don't be hurt or hide for fear, oh don't flee.

Please come back, return, there's tomorrow.

For once in your life.

 

There's a cloud of sails in my boat where wind will ride.

And I will take you into this ocean of realms, of life.

And show you these mysteries that engulf your dreams.

Where illusions are drawn back, and falsehoods drown in beams.

For my hope of your life.

We run but we fly, then lie in wavy meadows of gold.

Like a waterfall, a story relived and again happily told.

You once stood on shore walking from the waves, a shining jewel.

But at times I turn and clutch my fingers, forlorn, but not anew.

Under this blue sky in your life.

 

Have courage and I'll ask the deep fires of souls past; why?

It can be sadly lamented my own sorrow, my wishful sigh.

The haze rarely lifts from the profound thought, but measures only a guess.

How unclear it feels when I call with a mere voice of love to confess?

In a melody of your life.

 

Dreading the lengthy darkness, you would never before fear.

Stay close to the tone of my pulse while we are here.

Journey on, remember we go oft upon sunken pathways of ground.

All forests, all stones, all slopes akin to roots far within, far down.

They shimmer in shades and fires in your life.

 

Awaken your deepest fond memory and more will follow.

And soft moonlight we're silent yet content, dead trees remain hollow.

Take heart in this hopeless search in these depths of night we share.

There's always a candle, a lamp and star, let yourself dare.

In unknown ventures in your life.

 

I'm often longing to show you those old forgotten mountains.

These woods of lonely brown and fading green amid clear fountains.

If a strange comfort lingers inside, I'm the guide, the host outside the hours.

Nothing moves in shadow for untrod hills behind sinister towers.

You're the strong one as my wish for your life.

 

So come, let the stranger world be found, or a history all our own.

Walk from sorrow's limit, repeat no part in it, can it become unknown?

On moon's glow I'd call out with a voice of delight, now so quiet, like dew.

Once again I walk through darker windows unafraid for your heart

isn't ice-touched blue.

For once in your life, for you.

 

There it is, the time when night and day are suspended for awhile.

Then dusk begins to deepen, such it is, the wonderful and the wild.

In silence I ponder the common and the odd, now not bleak anymore.

Greying shades of the sky recall no day from before.

It comes to your life.

 

And this foresight, this hope cannot be in vain.

You the watery starlight only seeing night's rain.

In a thousand hallways or one quite small,

I, by nature, tread quietly but how do I call?

So you can hear an echo of your life.

And when I walk past bridges of mist and stand on the edge of your light,

I disregard the darkness behind surfacing its unknown plight.

An uttered word abounds like trumpets through the wind.

Trembling are the flickering embers round a flame so thin.

This is the peace I know of your life.

I'll bring you a long silken string of time that you can grasp.

I can see every melancholy moment soften happily as they pass.

As I watch the life return to old faded relics by this cleansing air,

Oceans may stir and land may turn but eternity dwells there.

Come to my warm visions of your life.

 

Where silence lingers in many lost corners, I will say,

Only in such places can one hear a noble flute, and harp play.

Underneath the resting vines the sounds spring up with melic leaves.

Here not many stand, but lay there and rest in its fluttering breeze.

For comfort in your life.

 

Somewhere is a song, a tale only for you to open and see.

The rolling giants of the air with winds that fret as fast as we.

Sometimes the song finds you, as you wait for its quiet phrases to sing.

I place the shells in sands graciously beside the tide you bring.

For another beacon of white beam lines in your life.

 

I hold ice in my hand to slip through my fingers as water for the wounds.

They're just my unspoken questions too late for asking and history so soon.

I can feel how it chills from eons ago, on the heart so sore.

Distant thunder from above, up from shaken grounds to roar.

Let it show 'tween moon and sun and its shine is freely yours and mine.

 

And blue overflowing, steadily growing waves of your love there are your tears.

But gladness aglow, conquer gloom and let me place cobwebs inside your fears.

Warm your eyes on the sun's beaming embrace and of its name that music will know.

Let me give you a candle's light made of earthen fires for any deep snow.

So you can live in your life.

And because you stand uncertain, so unsure of such islands and seas,

I can awake your dreams, give them shape, that your heart believes.

A glow, a spark, a stream of sun and moon whenever dimming befalls your eyes.

A promise to a soul who knows that love and life truly never dies.

For once in your life, for you.

For once in your life,

The eternal sun will rise,

For you.

©Iggy 1988

Inspired by Gounod