Life-Glow

Life-glow


Structure, Semblance, Garnet
sonnet. Idyllic
Gamete of form. Machination
Of mind, mediation of time
Crystal as solid as anyone other.

In the turning of Saturn
Music of these spheres
Chrysalis, crystallus
You are the pattern
Perfect since the
Dawn of time
Telescoping,
Never caught
In the mind of
Every distant astronomer.

What epicycle do you trace away from us
Quintessence, obstruction. Dark second
Moon of time. Beautiful.

What epicycle do you take, when
You hint your essence at me
In the echo of lakes. Galileo am I
What secret music are you tuning
In feathers of the Cosmic Swan?
In nebuli you hide. And to
The dawn-annihilated eyes
In which I sigh and watch.
There are feathers also
The hybrid of the Phoenix
And the Lyrebird.

Forged in meridians of light
Cosmic fire, what distance do
You ford from us? What is
This loneliness upon all
The earth.
Stilted in drops of dew
I heard the cosmos's refrain
I felt your secret as a child
And you were the petrichor
The quiet chord of earth.
Even it's hard core must
Have been in tune with you
In some way

Mystery of the life-giving
Rain of earth, announcing
Itself in your resolute
Dawn-banners
You must have been grass,
You must have been all
Jupiter, you must have
Been voice that spoke
The first Vedas, quicksilver
Demeter, how quick
You slip and fade.
My sedate wit, did
Not encompass the
Fall. Reverberative.
And I am afraid
I have fallen apart;
Since this.

Why do you return?

To me you were
Pools of
Dying Ichor
I thought I watched you
Sprawled dying. In the death
Of every minnow, in every minute.
Raving I thought I watched
Each minuet of your life
Pattern finish.

Dilapidated liquid glow
Auburn grow. spiricule.
Why you do you return again?
What heart could there be,
To dart in grace of, then to mend?
What gravity did you claim
That space you bend?

Your mystery
Existing in magnetic
Compasses.
Vernal, diurnal

The Liquid Autumn of my childhood
How quickly, I watched it slip away
Through the cracks.

Magellan can not
Circumference it. Flowing Quicksilver -
How can I encompass it?
Secret finder of paths
In timeworn compasses.

Dark orchidic resemblance
Too heavy for the mind.
Arboreal Saturn.
Richest wine.
I imagined you writing passages
In the pinprick light that
Darns the night. Lossless signals
In limpid Braille. Frail nocturne.

Roar of your Auroras in icicles
Your starborn boreal castle
Steppes , my soul wanders
Through in every circular
Step.

And now you return,
Secret saccade of the
Flakes of your silent
Flame turn galaxies
To brilliant burning
Bushes--

Cosmic. Centered Phoenix.