Blink
Let me fly the winds
of summer pale blue
eaden sounds of my
footsteps
with petals of fallen
bloom.
I will wash my face, cleansed,
from the dews of new dawn
Then smile upon Aurora
who greets me with her
own.
I feel new birth waking
in the veins of mine earth
the yearlings go dancing,
air full of their mirth
Sage trees sway joyfully
welcoming meek sprouts
the world is alive again
as I embraced its whole
being.
A jar, a little jolt
mine eyes, once shut, opened.
I saw the wind just blew,
blew them all away:
colors swept in a haze
and swirled to bitter gray
Gaia's youth of what once was
now lined and aged with crooked pain.
Look round; what was then light
was mottled in darkness night
All there is, there is to see
is borrowed brightness,
the glare bathing pallid
gloom
that lights the gray ways
of paths hardly seen.