Saturday, February 27, 2010

I Consider Songs

I consider songs to envision
The imperceptible.
To rework and render
Skin and clay susceptible
To delight, darkness and delicacy
Like trembling, painted fingers
Trailing along a frozen frame
Of glowing glass.

I consider songs the rich
Omnibus of man
And the portrait of his passions
Is a lusty garden of words.
All songs ripen the vine
And spill blue rivers of thunder
Through history.
I can touch the age of the moon
And this living acquiescence to joy
Is the quicksilver hand of God
Moving upon the deep.

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