lighting our way
across the mystic sea
of souls
that our whimsical tomorrows
might toast
his favorite goblet
and share the fun
of yesteryears
to share Nature’s pipe
with the glyphs of gladiators’ rules
the calculator of Heaven
the battalion of pillars in their allegiance to Rain
the spirits enslav’d by the great pool
all swaddl’d by Land’s mane
with Today’s bloodkin
and now Heaven’s Brew crashes
o’er my lodgings
into the blueness
stirring ever brightly
‘twixt th’ Eastern Valley
and tears are spoken again
on Time’s wake
binding myself with old vows
will ever I keep?
