Post by Nacky on Sept 24, 2010 14:53:32 GMT -5
Mystic Tidings
A single ribbon of light shot out towards me and I watched
As it drew closer like a sparkling wave, I waited to reach out my hand
Suddenly the whole matter of its being dissolved, disappeared and was lost
I wondered at that charm and how its aura wrapped around a single strand
And then somewhere I knew, it was another mystic tiding made of dew
Out upon the fields lay a yellow blanket of budding petals bright
I saw that I stood upon this ground and I took in a breath of air
I felt that maybe I should run and abound in such a delight
Far away I heard bouncing echoes, resonating near an empty grey hall bare
It was not where I had gone, but the mystic tidings I heard all along
In the dark shadowy trees I walked, but all was sharp and clear
A single light that was clean and bluish-white had shown near
Someone was calling out to me and I thought of asking the name
For although I never saw a face, I felt no death, a breath of fog came
A figure in a realm, cautious to continue, following a way through
Rigid roots of twisted wood seemed so long dead and faded
It was jarring to witness lightning out of thin air upon the bark
I stood back and watched silently, it was burned away under skies shaded
Some sense of daring gave me an inner fire, to burn away the dark
Then out of murky blue, mystic tidings sprang from shallows anew
A buried stairway climbed silently under deep, deep grounds
For a while I stared at the carvings in stone and heard no sounds
Thinking that I should begin to find the other end of these
In seeing with one look far ahead I saw that the stairs never cease
Awkward and exhausting, I thought, but why were these stairs wrought?
Tunnels went in rounded turns all about the jungle-like lands
Each one only a short corridor and then a corner and then another hall
And while each tunnel opened on parts of the dense foliage of odd plants
Somehow within the darkness different echoes other than the wild would fall
Yet everything seems languid and warm, mystic tidings forecast a storm
Opened like a gaping hole of cold desert dust, a crater was there
On every horizon was nothing but the presence of empty space and stars
Every effort of moving was as hard as it was to breath even a trace of air
Very thin and scarcely formed, a mystic tiding forewarned
But all the while I had no fear, as if I held all the cards
I remember roads that had been dug deep into the soil of earth
Those muggy trails were like climbing uphill in the sand
Yet they lead to nowhere one could see, no test to limit one's nerve
Those paths were more like a hidden passageway that could expand
Under a single footfall of lead, the mystic tidings were read
Through a massive house of elaborate carvings of wood and walls
There ran a deep, murky river and wound itself through all the doors
And while I thought it was an ill fate befallen such richly halls
I saw that the house was empty and suddenly felt foreboding under the floors
Growing dimmer like a swamp by each chime, mystic tidings of proper time
Within a gaping hole of a freezing crater I stood once again to see
Dazzled by the luminous sky, I shook off the cold and began
Out from nowhere a small voice of light rolled as easily as tumbleweed
Not with any question did I leap from the thickness of dust and ran
I will try to recall, so the mystic tidings cannot dissolve at all
I can pinpoint a place or maybe a word I spoke, and with that, I awoke
A single ribbon of light shot out towards me and I watched
As it drew closer like a sparkling wave, I waited to reach out my hand
Suddenly the whole matter of its being dissolved, disappeared and was lost
I wondered at that charm and how its aura wrapped around a single strand
And then somewhere I knew, it was another mystic tiding made of dew
Out upon the fields lay a yellow blanket of budding petals bright
I saw that I stood upon this ground and I took in a breath of air
I felt that maybe I should run and abound in such a delight
Far away I heard bouncing echoes, resonating near an empty grey hall bare
It was not where I had gone, but the mystic tidings I heard all along
In the dark shadowy trees I walked, but all was sharp and clear
A single light that was clean and bluish-white had shown near
Someone was calling out to me and I thought of asking the name
For although I never saw a face, I felt no death, a breath of fog came
A figure in a realm, cautious to continue, following a way through
Rigid roots of twisted wood seemed so long dead and faded
It was jarring to witness lightning out of thin air upon the bark
I stood back and watched silently, it was burned away under skies shaded
Some sense of daring gave me an inner fire, to burn away the dark
Then out of murky blue, mystic tidings sprang from shallows anew
A buried stairway climbed silently under deep, deep grounds
For a while I stared at the carvings in stone and heard no sounds
Thinking that I should begin to find the other end of these
In seeing with one look far ahead I saw that the stairs never cease
Awkward and exhausting, I thought, but why were these stairs wrought?
Tunnels went in rounded turns all about the jungle-like lands
Each one only a short corridor and then a corner and then another hall
And while each tunnel opened on parts of the dense foliage of odd plants
Somehow within the darkness different echoes other than the wild would fall
Yet everything seems languid and warm, mystic tidings forecast a storm
Opened like a gaping hole of cold desert dust, a crater was there
On every horizon was nothing but the presence of empty space and stars
Every effort of moving was as hard as it was to breath even a trace of air
Very thin and scarcely formed, a mystic tiding forewarned
But all the while I had no fear, as if I held all the cards
I remember roads that had been dug deep into the soil of earth
Those muggy trails were like climbing uphill in the sand
Yet they lead to nowhere one could see, no test to limit one's nerve
Those paths were more like a hidden passageway that could expand
Under a single footfall of lead, the mystic tidings were read
Through a massive house of elaborate carvings of wood and walls
There ran a deep, murky river and wound itself through all the doors
And while I thought it was an ill fate befallen such richly halls
I saw that the house was empty and suddenly felt foreboding under the floors
Growing dimmer like a swamp by each chime, mystic tidings of proper time
Within a gaping hole of a freezing crater I stood once again to see
Dazzled by the luminous sky, I shook off the cold and began
Out from nowhere a small voice of light rolled as easily as tumbleweed
Not with any question did I leap from the thickness of dust and ran
I will try to recall, so the mystic tidings cannot dissolve at all
I can pinpoint a place or maybe a word I spoke, and with that, I awoke
1998
