Towards The Blue All Rivers Flow. - Poem by David Lacey
Storms ravish the coastlines as boundaries blur
Signposts are lost to the surge. Pushing, purging
The land is left fertile yet lifeless whilst microscopic
Parasites feed upon stagnant bloodlust. They feast
Upon decomposing beasts. Winds whip the stallions
Of their riding, spurring, cheering on with a howl.
Overturning leaves, Overturning trees as if some
Giant had arose from his slumber and sought his
Firewood beyond the realm of childhood fantasy.
Tides push against the shore in repetitive motions
Each time gaining ground, moment after moment
Measure for measure they will take in the grains of
The shore, soaking them more and more.
Only life breathes beyond the doorway.
Everyone who comes to the future lives here, now.
Who would be so bold as to take the greatest leap of faith
Casting in ritual away the face they hath known so long?
Hiding in the shadows as molten earth comes rolling
Slow and slumbersome down the valley side, charring black
With death and crimson fury the green dreams we once beheld.
Where are we to run? Where are we to turn?
What but ash is there left to yearn for?
Seek release, seek freedom – Escape from upon the leash
Take an outsiders look within your form
Step inside the eye of the storm with grace.
Observation becomes perverted,
Eternally inverted as whispers are carried bearing
Life to a misunderstanding whilst Rumour foul in
Her presence runs off to breed contempt as we attempt
In standing our ground – Forever children unfound.
Against the storm all winds blow
Towards the blue all rivers flow.
Towards the Earth upon which we grow
We just show respect in reverence.
What futility it would be to stand against the very things that grant me life
Whether there be sunlight or be there rain, whether I be dancing or in pain
I’ll know that nothing is ever the same beyond the will for the flower to bloom again.
Mother Earth in all her forms empowers
If only you would allow it she would shower you,
Take you away from the blue and leave you
Wondering what it is to speak the truth.
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