From The Womb Of Fire, Ocean Mined Manic Rivers (15) Poem by Captain Cur

Waves tossed beyond reach of a heaving sea
Trapped in caves their salty essence sank
Down dark channels of fortuned mystery
Nourishing earth, from these cold waters drank,
Barreling with haste in ever widening rank;
That one deep drought, refreshing forever
Through the brash penetration of its brine
With gaping mouth delirium delivers
To its thrashing tongue, ocean mined manic rivers.

Through lovely glens pace the teeming rivers
On moonless nights rushed pageantry to know
Like steady strokes of the harp string's quiver
Their notes above the darkened earth have flown
With nature commingling though each note sounds alone.
Unstoppable they flow carving foreign sands
Deserts breached aglow in streaming silver
Ever hungry, widening their fingered hands
Clawing past, saturating once dry arid lands.

Masquerading as reality, dream,
In that speechless state where visions appear
Eerily layered in fanciful scenes
Drifting aloft mind's unsettled atmosphere
Clothed in radiance or naked harrowing fear;
Suddenly dissolving in empty bliss
The spume of dragon breath approaching near,
Nudged awake by an awkward tenderness
Falling victim to the stealth of its undying kiss.

Mavros woke, his own thoughts heavy laden,
Watching the child, now grown, in the joy of sleep
Together bound, feelings shared and taken
As one within the other they might seep
In emerging consciousness understanding speech.
No marker of joy more profound or strong
Than mind's farthest limit within their reach
With Mavros traversing this circling orb
Graced with a woman's foresight and a devil's scorn.

In times of sadness words need not be said
Unvoiced misery that grief cannot subdue
With staid solemn rites honoring the dead
Cold bodies buried in anguished solitude
Or placed upon a pyre of seasoned balsam wood.
Through fields and mountains spirits roam the night
Imbibed by whispers not well understood
Empty eyes filling when seas are calm and bright
The blazing stars in heaven now their sole delight.

In that vast and peopled city of the dead
She walked those fields where life begins and ends;
Her spirit lighted, all following her, she led,
Unatoned and jealous of the flesh filled world of men
Seduced by fire to the heart of the dragon's den.
Cleansed by flames of unrelenting truth,
Sins forgiven, so many to repent,
Briefly reliving glory of their youth
In fledging worship at the base of the dragon's foot.