So White It Went Blue Deep

[Guest guest]

~ photo: "Trance" by Bengval

 

 

 

Aaahhh, awkward backwards glances,

furtive and channeled down the hall

winking dreams of childhood, of snow

so white it went blue deep, and Daddy had

to carry me across the blindness of sight…

 

Tonight, this desktop peacock lamp burns blue,

tuned to the Christmas tree lights in jig,

in frequency and frantic rush.

This night: a hushed

Kumbha Mela crowd

in dash

and darting crash imploring the night for day.

They pour the Light of God

inside their bodies upon their heads,

dreading to hear nothing,

to see nothing and to have nothing come

of the shove and drive into the sea.

 

In crushing silence roars from endless silent shores,

silver-breathing seas, moving blue and green

beneath my feet,

greet me not in paths strewn sweet with

bright forget-me-nots bobbing up and down;

but meet me they do

in the cold twinking stars so far away, played

awake in deepest night’s darkness

fading away to the light.

These blue eyes strike iron in the stars,

sparked, black jars full of rebellion,

spills from far away worlds inside me waking

up underneath these heavy-shaded weeds willowing

adrift, moon-circling the way of the womb of sky water.

 

These tear-rimmed in empty eyes, cried

wide open and narrowed to the sea world of words,

are restless birds caught in a wicker basket’s weave.

 

I will leave this earth, rehearsed again in dying

Light and dying leaves

and me, the backwards glance,

the chances never taken, awakened no more,

no more awkwardly ambling backwards,

no longer looking back on the timeless moment,

hoping

for a scene to repeat me

in the color of blue lights twinkling,

and I thinking about dying

one last time.

 

 

~ photo courtesy of Alan Larus, (I believe!)

 

Love,

Mazie