On the Anvil


Monday, August 11, 2008

Stop Overs

His lordly gaze, the horizon swept
His body soaring over the fathoms long
Out to track a secret well kept
His shadows over the waters danced along

He left and soared, bartered his mortality with providence
To reach his home, the heavens
To reach Love, the universal provenance
To realize himself, nothingness emptying itself into permanence