That is the temple there.
\nThe symbol that they stole.
\nA border thin as hair
\nBetween Bob Frost’s two roads.<\/p>\n
But we’re not here to fight.
\nWe dance a certain beat.
\nIncorrigable night
\nWill glide upon our feet.<\/p>\n
The way it crowns is good
\nHer charms decide it all.
\nShe guides us to the wood,
\nAnd bares the fertile wall.<\/p>\n
This vision she will keep.
\nEternal in her sleep.<\/p>\n
\nSonnet #3<\/p>\n
If there’s something today I want to write
\nIf there’s someplace today I want to go
\nIf there’s something today I want to find
\nThen darling you’re the one who’ll let me know.<\/p>\n
The fields are calling me to lay and sleep
\nI love their breeze, how sweetly they are sung
\nTheir ancient melody sings in my dream
\nAnd swims in the clear salt of my sea blood.<\/p>\n
Do you think this life is the only one?
\nWhy not be free and wish for it the best?
\nYou wed the world, your child is born to run.
\nAnd golden eggs are stolen from the nest.<\/p>\n
Two trees appear beyond the burning fields
\nThe frightened deer run up the endless hills.<\/p>\n
\nSonnet #4<\/p>\n
I have returned to say I’m on a plane.
\nBecause outside the people want to swim.
\nThey want to taste the wine made from the rain,
\nAnd dream of flying through the clouds and wind.
\nThe ground beneath my soul is moving me
\nTo places I don’t even know or’ve felt.
\nAbove Hawaii anchors’ songs dive deep
\nFor those who’ve left their feet where waves have swelled.
\nI’m not sure which route to take tonight.
\nThe southern sky glows over Chile’s peaks.
\nDo transient mysteries flow from dark or light,
\nAnd do we feel our way or do they speak?
\nDear hostage what is it that they will take
\nTo free your heart inside the trap they made?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
That is the temple there. The symbol that they stole. A border thin as hair Between Bob Frost’s two roads. But we’re not here to fight. We dance a certain beat. Incorrigable night Will glide upon our feet. The way … Continue reading