Poetry

[lovecast]

The Winter Doldrums
Saturday, February 21, 2015 [sup]©[/sup]

By lovecast

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This winter cold & calcifying, rips my bones;

cutting, culling, cuffing life to stones.

The days are short, the nights are long;

The frigid freeze, stiffens even the heart song.

I'm not from here, to be here is not so cool;

Let me just close my eyes, just reset to the Golden Rule.

Love's loss in Akashic I read;

Body to mind, soul to spirit – thus give heed.

I follow falling each blood drop dropping;

Drip, drip, drop plop, it's plopping.

Dogs at my heal, each droplet lapping;

No trail to follow, to my pursuers no mapping.

Why would any hunt such poisonous meat?

One who has failed, one claiming his defeat?

I'm done, it's finished, reset the clock;

My guides, my angels – gather at the dock.

My voyage is ending, my sails I furl ;

The last drop of paint I add to my mural.

The calm seas beckon me at my request;

In arms of safe harbor I seek my rest.

Many have come here in songs from eons before;

Many shall follow landing thus, upon yonder golden shore.

But for now, each morning shall rise in dark cold slumber;

Until from the 144.000 I take my number.

Until that morn – give me Spirit access to quantum fire;

Thus – to ignite my soul, to my heart inspire.

Then terry a moment still I will (but linger not my soul too long);
When – if – Spring shall hail me yet, still may I find my song?!