Where Stones Have Crumbled, Time Had Fallen

Raging waters gashing through granite once out of time settled and slept

The ended of tales then, as battles fought, racing along to yet another war

Quietly the hour encompassed forces of its own and of blade and tombs kept

Under the sun that the flow of hours passed, it turned upon the same, ages before

Once out of eons where tower was dark, sunlight descended reaching its door

 

I was called to bring the landslide upon palace floors and knock over walls

Like a root out of the core of mountain tall, I've touched layers of the sky

There was knowing before winds blowing, now hidden behind stone walls

Hillside ablaze moved under the waters, and islands given to tidal cry

Where legends were made, immortality the key of absent time, they try

 

Sometimes the slow touch of evening shelters an unknown stake of night

And the glassy dark brings the shimmer of ground and wave and lapping oars

Whispering to never extinguish the candle under the stars, twinkling white

Whatever suits the hour hidden behind the stars, take that light to their shores

Where long years have passed, change comes unseen in lingering twilight

 

There exists a power called out of base elements beyond a fixed frame

The measured knowledge aligned but unfulfilled breaking down and sparse

If all beginnings to end and tracked back the end to a foretold magic name

Where numbered days shook off the command and cast their desired charts

Where seasons have returned, their course and reason was but a farce

 

And I danced like a flight of wing touching the wildly wielded of world's line

Flowing like cloud but gathering no dust or shimmer in airs that were true

Have you not been here too? Have you remembered the profound length of shine?

The Golden Flares, the Ever Path, the Towards Orbs, the Spiral Steep in blue?

Where conquests have splintered, another rotation and they are again new

 

They used to walk there and listen to the sounds from a shadowy cosmic comedy

Around the hour that hasn't yet come and the hour won't say, and has no form

The magic is potent and blind, without purpose until the design of base geometry

Then would all be lost if the shadowy stars grow more dim with no light to adorn

Where lunar face comes slowly, dark face stays behind watching for stellar storm

 

 

 

TBC...

©Iggy 1998

 

The Harbors of the Silver Sea

It was a while back, a long time ago and it was like tears, and shores of languid light.

All along that lost beach of a lost island, of a lost continent, there cut clouds of white.

The place of the hidden music notes, musical detected from those who heard.

Over the waves, under the tides, out of the air and in the sea, was a name or word.

 

Dreams numbered as all the sands of the sea, a silver sea made of water and star.

That footsteps are gone behind me but never leave a world for a love of the sea afar.

Like smiles the waves slide onto the shore, but tears are sailing upon that sea.

I am here it seems forever, ever more watching a shift of lines, strands, and key.

 

And the bird's eye view of the board and reef, signal the visual of shallows to wade.

And the roar of distant swells climb from deeps stirred by a mythical mermaid.

Over the surface, under the misty cloud, and on the waving boat in the sea.

A drone of lament, secret doors, gathering and soaring magnificently.

 

Without the shine, the silver wrapped currents; the deepest feeling of defeat.

There comes out of nowhere, out of someplace else, a call you'll soon meet.

It is certain that any turn you encounter and follow, was already known.

The isolation in a torrent of doom, the silver runes, and a lamenting drone.

 

You may pass beyond dungeon wall, seek escape pass the rippling shoal.

A bruise upon your knee, the distant invite, rewarded with mercy to your soul.

For over the waves, among the fishes, out of stream, floating leaf in the sea.

It is as you find, surrounded by the silver sea, and its harbors await longingly.

And far off in the distance a sparkle laid upon the ground of beams of sun.

That it could be silver shores and ornate planks, that therein untold dreams run.

And after years of searching, there it was, a silver sea that carried me on helm.

That it was the silver sea of mythical portends rolling in ocean's realm.

The densely deeps flow unnoticed of all the waters of the world in this keep.

Overhead thunder rumbles and the dance of silver waves splash from deep.

Under the coral, through the ocean and in the sea, in the silvery sea shine.

Under the water, through the leagues, on the tides, and in the sea, divine.

 

*Walking alone

Shifting of the years beneath my feet

Hearing a tone

And what exists in my world is another

 tale of beasts and armor no one can defeat

 

That is only a call

Which every beat echoes mock back to me

Sands are all silent dull

Washing upon these tears is but the sea

 

*This piece came from two original poetic verses from 1980

and since re-edited in 1993. The build-up for this 1998 work.

©Iggy 1998