Piercing the Blue Veil

Ideas and eclipses,

Stories of suicide;

The host body fading;

Newspapers publishing letters.

Feuds, floods and storms

Colour the orange sun as it dims.

The ungraspable moon at twilight;

Wild strawberries still growing.

Unwelcome phone calls;

Pain persisting;

People kind and distant.

The cool, caressing touch of the summer breeze casting seeds.

Stitch another line in the death mask;

a climax looming.

No short cuts.

Doom aboard the ferris wheel,

(top wrung wouldn’t you know!)?

Sirens call for the end of day

Stealing the light

From the way ahead,

Away from the berry patch.

In a time where only lurkers grope

Gathering to chant the names of strangers

In long shadows, at a place to wear helmets;

Failing to lift the gravity of it all.

All in a day where mysteries deepen

And there barefoot on the swinging span

He heard the calling of his name,

pierce the veil of blue fire, knowing then every chip

of his magic bridge was perfectly engraved.