Thursday, February 22, 2007

Fabricating Hope


I've tripped through the
wicked obsidian-bladed dark
cutting and vicious
to you

The first carress was nothing new
all seem the same at first
same smooth automatic touch
when nothing can be known

We stumble in this interminable night
perchance encounter joy
or the lacerating hate
all by chance

We are our joy, so take my hand
find with me a soft spot
to stop our stumbling
for life

They say another sun shall rise
and all shall be bright
singing of our joined love
bathed by all-disclosing light
"soon" they say "the sun shall rise"
"soon" they've said an shall say

The sun may sleep forever;
enough that the sun sleeps
has slept, will sleep;
so should we sleep as well?

Sweet lady, should we wait
eternity to understand it all?
Some light is in our reach

We can dimly see
Moon-bathe with me;
live a thousand lives with me
this long night.

Moon-bathe with me;
bask in that reflection of
the unborn sun.

Moon-bathe with me,
help me light this dark;
and until the sun should rise
and set all wrongs right
they shall call us
the bringers of light