The Fall

The Fall

I lay unseen, unheard, unsought;

 

and in an ancient ode forgot,

of netted waves all wring as caught.

And in a the romanticism left untaught,

gave a pastoral redolence none unsought.

 

And in the hell of silver sky;

an embellished youth sleeps in sighs.

Unmoved by clustered clouds above;

un-turned in slinking soppy nights.

 

Upon the break; between the lull,

He ascends on demons in an oyster way,

the showered beacon became thus culled

betwixt the roar and smoldered grey,

 

Upon the phial of fortune belay

were an ebb and flow unto mine own;

 cascaded billows of crashing coals in spray

wherein the whispered world once walked alone.

 

No heed to none but cry a wish

a noiseless talk, telltale nothing

but a torturous plea, for a fortuitous kiss

whispered into the graying becoming.

 

But now I walk unpinned in shadows.

Soldiering by; wade willed by shallows.

For on oiled ashes; on misty meadows;

I lay; unsaught, un-harrowed un-braided   

 

And in the tender haze that fades,

I wallow into depths dismayed.

And in a fire which kindles by;

smoldering under the silver sky,

a human noise; as angels larks;

tumbles into heaven’s hearts.

 

Upon the break; between the lull,

in a fable told by fate.

Before our ashes seep beneath our skull

Sits the fall; where we all wait.

 

For heaven’s door; a mighty gate

will bring me home, where I endure;

Unseen, unheard, unsought.

 

But where I did love,

And I did love, and I did fall.

And wanted nothing more

than this.

 

The pain.