Where Now The Words Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell

I dived into deep obscurity,
drawn to the lore of my reflection,
lost all comfort and security
beyond the bounds of recollection.

I flailed in realms of isolation,
retreated far from the grasping shore,
embraced the silk of separation,
immersed in silence forevermore.

Lost in the presence of murky dreams,
I felt my way through indigo black,
frontiers of hope and hopeless extremes,
the weight of the world upon my back.

No language, no speech, no judging God,
no mother hen to peck at my soul,
no ruthless advance, no iron rod,
no means of measure for self-control.

No words to gather for gentle ears,
no need for mountains of plaintive verse,
no more the me in levies of tears
behind the half-smiles, the mask, and worse.

A dive so deep, entangled in time,
a peaceful lull this distance affords.
Upend the night, the ledgers of crime.
Where are the warriors?Where are the words?

The blossom of night blooms in my bones.
The moonlight wakens a thousand swords.
Where sunlight once graced the rising thrones,
where now the rulers?Where now the words?