The Worlds alright
There's something beyond the scope
a knowing that can neither be understood nor grasped
It lingers there, haunting the quiet moments
drawing out little provisions to the mind
As if that should sustain the moments drift.
Conclusions far beyond the gulf of being
that here now and then whispers out
calling you to me across the big divisions
Resting where dreams once drafted a network of hopes.
Its here within these chambers of mind
that we gather fast to the devouring chaotic will
placing our fears around us
walking the tinsel stroll of yesterday
believing as we mostly do, that time
had its play once upon a washed out moon
And left us each to dry out under its chilled reflection.
Seldom does the mind grasp firmly the original play
that pantomime these eternal Gods lead us through
We forget fast in the hurry of heart and mind
that which so eloquently drew fast our being
reflecting the pools of our liquid thoughts to run the long course
downward till dried under the hot mid day sun
it fades to the dream, that once begotten hope
that echoed so sweetly from your lips
And filled my ears and soul.
I can not think of any other course
than to run my words diligently through
that hard mattered clay that clogs the wheels
to open up fresh as the springs soft air
The truth that cannot be denied nor hushed away
Words once spoken that lay bright and full
dressed the new days glory ever to
the meaning of words that still pass through
holding as if in some archaic manner
All that my soul has ever wished or wanted to know.
Like a lullaby once whispered upon the still strings of night
from a mothers lips warm and embracing,
the tantalized air drew fast the images to mind
And wore the grin of contentment.
Till faded into the dark shawl of dreams
we left the world for fairy land,
Such it is, your words that delighted many the moons fair shot
still bridges here within to forever lay, deep and sound
As a mother's lullaby.
I drift between the sand banks of reason
there to cry upon the silver moon that once drew your eye
holding you to a far visioned hope of purpose
that now to even yourself you would deny.
Life holds fast the seasons of fate
those tides that roll upon a life
carrying the form between up drifts and lows
Till lost the ember fades into the deep- unseeing
Its the soulful whimpers that's left
the questioning wish, that last wanting cry
Haunts the fibers of sheer existence and lays all to its pain.
I see the dream, where still a summers wind can carry
nothing is gone, everything still holds root and form
calls out upon the souls being its wayward song
That all is not over, just starting.
So here with my hand outstretched I reach
hoping too your hand seeks the warmth of mine
that clasping together they shall breed a world anew
Like a song in the morning, a birds sweet lilting tale
That draws fast the images of hope and promise.
It is here again the words may fly
the journey reawakened, the heart to sigh
where fate held true to destinies glamour
and drew the heavy dark clouds of doubt
to pierce them through to the vibrant blue
I shall walk there, with you
I shall stand where the lingering night draws
and clasping tight your frame to mine
I shall know the worlds all right.
Alisdaire O'Caoimph
