A Larval Rising

Majestic was the view that once glazed my eyes and set my mind a thinking
How sweet was the hue of the morning sun laying over the land as the warm rays I a drinking

Glissening was the snow cool upon the ground with thoughts of melting away
As I aproached the centre of the sky on my long journey today.

When I return with bags of plenty and wieryness upon my back,
Will the white still rule the terriory as gentry keep the plough rains slack?

I pray for rain and soft winds and long for the migrant goose calling
And dream of warm breezes with thunder bolts and ivy leaves crawling. 

Mise le Meas, Feb 18th on a 6.58am delayed flight to Chicago

Let me do

I want to dance like the crabs on Christmas Island
And swim like the fish in the Fjords of Finland.
oh, bring me to that place of wonder and delight
with the freedom of jumping wild at night.

I want to fly like the Geese going south
Knowing what winter is all about
And sing like the swallows in Autumn
as migration swings like a pendulum.

Bring me back to the days of childhood,
to nights alone where I once stood,
on the imagination of Independence
in a world without the sad pretense.

Let me be as free as the red Crabs at years end
Leaping and letting loose the notion that life can lend
A helping hand to others even as you pass
And sit and watch sand within the glass.

Then I will rest and know what I have said
Was not but noise from inside my head,
But my yes meant yes and my no meant no
As true and as white as the falling snow.

Feb 14th after seeing it last night as I fell asleep.