Running

I. Hemera Upon the Shore

Still life sways in rays of dawning days

Waiting in the waterfront for some dismay

For the solitude of reminders drifting astray

My passing comes to no display

Savior of the forsaken shall charm and allay

Storms wander the valley's edge

Tear the prologues from the sea

Me and myself bid along the ledge

Limb and branch rest upon the scree

From the moments I spun in fog-clad prophecy

Limb and bone rest upon the gilded soliloquy 

My memory fades in the shade of crystal glades

Fingers clasp to the steel birthed blades

Feel the vibrations from death we made

Like sunrise cloaked in lavender cascades

Seaweed flows on the dimensions left betrayed

I'm starless in the slack molding skies

"Too bright or too dark?" asks the Logos

Far across a strand of novel horizon 

Out, beyond the colored shadows

I'm upon the checkered squares

Too dim to pinpoint shards of pawns

Far and oblivious to be seen

In the vicinity of spade and queen 

II. Winds

Day captures the miracle lost in trysts of white

Dawns and dusk harvest the dream/the manifest

Dark rows of autumn bloom scatter in my sight

It stands as a soldier in the dust

Now and then he sees the bayonet rust

Numbers rob his name

Infinity bears his game

Life walks along the coastline

Crawls of serpentine forms

From the words of the sage

The usurper hides her veil

Past dreams flutter in images of the pale

Watching the waves drag the sand

In theaters of sea and land

Wonder of woes shatters in my hand

I am lost in this maze of relapses 

Trace the moments hidden in my grave

It's rising to feel passions of plague

Patterns and paradigm diverge on the vine

In the end, along the valley's edge

Me and myself stare over the ledge

III. Village and Beach

On the riverbed, mist shrouded and ice adorned

A secrecy of thousands of years to take form

Day was old and weary leading to a noon of scorn

Like pageants of bronze and scarlet in winter born

No rain, no disturbance only the clearance of the trail

Other words try the playwright on his sail

In solemnity and a spell of cheer

A night to rid the fear

Time waiting on the shore, waiting at the door

Unique was the carousel swirling in memories

In the beginning. along the fair arcade

A distance from predetermined fate

Place the bishop against the queen 

Divine was the mate, entwined in victory

Keep afloat in the rapids

Your figure among the surf

Eye of the oracle shall prophesy

On the single orb flowing in the house

The spectral fogs wandering in illusions

Icon and idol gleaming in the gray

Shining shapes spin about the scene

In an epilogue to seal the serene

The canyon with tide in between

Light pull of sapphire and emerald green

Of what it was, of what I've borne

Eternal, stretches the god malign

Mind composes the song for mankind

IV. A Last Remark

Soothing breeze on helms and trees

All in the sea, forevermore at sea

Nevermore in me