Sunday, July 31, 2022

Once Upon A World

Inside a shell, my fire is deep and closer to core and hearth.
But upon the wind, and the top of polar sea I'm a beacon of melting ice.
Giant hills rise, small stars fall, this is the moment I mark.
And plates become pages of stone, as leaf is my design in seasons twice.
Moon in soft eyes before I awake to winds of forceful sighs.

The ultraviolet pulse that keeps a rhythm of time,
Like a bottle of sands, a sand mass inside glass, a mirror for both sides.
Embers in shallow wells, and healing rain to low fields of mine.
Thunder sounds deafening blasts and quake, in a blink of the eyes.
Day, dawn, dusk and night, lightning quick, lightening break and tides.
 
They fade into sleep when I seem fainter and cold and I make myself fade, too.
From ice the thawing ripple of pond in mossy mold is a place found in solitude.
Rapid streams down the treachery of slope and peaks touch the colors of midnight,
For a long span of eon, edges of sea far away held in an image captured by light.
 
Blue is an echo of frost, I sense its foreboding drifting around my feet.
Under faltering clouds, unsettled mist and stem of unknown root finally meet.
For quiet moments in peace, the back of the sky falls into sleep, behind cosmic hands.
My eyes are open but my head is in bewilderment, and racing through strange lands.

Distant moonlit clearings where I keep shards of quartz, pieces of gold,
To sunken grounds where path fell to those strange trenches, those places so deep.
Under vine, I'll sense portions of life out on storm-scarred hold.
The world has designed more than riddle and puzzling chasms could one defeat.
The wish was true, the void a lie, back to the first page the world did speak.

Inside a shell, an echo is the sound that traces around,
Heard past the giants where stone mountains crumble under a sand time.
Within what is home, in eternal flight, wherever the echoes abound.
Quickened and exaltation at length, islands dive into polar seas' icy clime.
Oddly palm of hand extends watts in aura's light, aura's shine.
 
In the past, what was before, on aimless tracks unknown and uncharted view.
While live pieces of star and flame buried in years of what one recalled or knew.
Sailing ships and wheels of twine set out to no purpose, no dream, only strife.
The grim echo faded yet, and flame and star I see has come with new life.
 
I'll guide you through passages of flame and ice, surely once, maybe twice.
Both somber dark and living gleam, of pages that never cease written by the wise.
With all the white glare, with all the ranges of heat, the reason hidden in a sea.
I know, I understand, I became, I am, always to become, always to be.
 
I was once a mere flame, watching the gray of sky and cloud and clime
In a shell with fire deep and glow, once upon a world, once upon a time.


©Iggy 1988