{"id":1551,"date":"2009-10-23T06:28:33","date_gmt":"2009-10-23T11:28:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.stephenpickering.com\/?p=1551"},"modified":"2011-12-11T14:33:24","modified_gmt":"2011-12-11T19:33:24","slug":"a-new-original-poem-will-we-dance-again","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stephenpickering.com\/wordpress\/2009\/10\/23\/a-new-original-poem-will-we-dance-again\/","title":{"rendered":"A New Original Poem | “Will We Dance Again?”"},"content":{"rendered":"

A New Poem: “Will We Dance Again?”<\/a><\/p>\n

The dream is the state of being
\nI’m so out of sync with what my soul’s truly feeling.
\nIt’s like a dolphin dying off the Tel-Aviv coast,
\nCircling her only friend, the one she loved the most.
\nMy true soul purpose is to fly,
\nTo go back in time,
\nTo talk with her over a glass of wine,
\nTo climb the Capitol and jump
\nfrom\u00a0it’s Christmas lighted banners,
\nTo swim the seven seas
\nAnd to come up to swallow the sunset breeze.
\nA shower over mass
\nThe vestibule is swollen with people who pass
\nA shimmering paten and ciborium captures their soul’s eyes.
\nOnce inside the star in their hearts is brighter than the sky’s.
\nA grand night with a dinner over roast
\nTo the arch angel of the East China sea\u00a0I’ll toast.
\nThe bread lines extend from the Dukes ashes to the Prussian square.
\nHot dogs and steaks and the golden calf are served there.
\nWe can’t wait to go in
\nAnd sing for the promenade to begin.
\nIt’s dancers and spritzers and lemonade pie
\nIt’s where the soul comes to be born
\nAnd the armies of the night to die.
\nGod bless him under the sea
\nwho with a vodka on ice holds up
\nAll of eternity.
\nI’ll look in the glass glazed with Christmas breath
\nShe’ll turn away, but God will only know why.
\nWe’ve exchanged gifts.
\nThe consummation is done.
\nThe wood of desire burns crisply
\na burgundy glow of the\u00a0ash of our first blush.
\nWhat’s left defies gravity, floating to the sky.
\nAt first it was all sex and white, Cakebread wine.
\nNow the deacan has turned
\nNo Latin mass is served.
\nThe towers of ice return,
\nFlattening mountains into prairies and only leaving traces
\nof our bones’ outstretched, unfulfilled reach
\nfor the diamond lit sky inside the Sorcerer’s chamber.
\nHe who lasts forever is dark in our soul’s
\nBuried mine.
\nHe’s stolen the chalice filled with our saviour’s wine.
\nSo we clutch the top of the Andes afraid to fall;
\nUnaware that since the glaciers of the soul have collided
\nThe the distance between what was and what’s now
\nIs infinite and yet, if only
\nwe would let go,
\nNot very far at all.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00a92009 Stephen K. Pickering<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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