Sound Games

Silent force, drives through,
teach me, construe,
my dreams, over,
in stars, sylvan.

Sound games, are not,
games but, rites of,
soul sport, only,
blue days, pure say.

Soft notes, understood,
be there, be square,
don't block, let go,
on sight, on light.

I see, me free,
sleeping, soundly,
these games, are sound,
my sky, is found.

These days, shiver,
beauty, fully,
my mind, rivers,
through all, truly.

Be there, be square,
sound off, sound off,
I'm here, waiting,
reach me, truly.

The One Rule

The Lord looked down,
in his hand he held the one rule,
was it life? Was it naught?

He dropped down the rule as a morsel of food,
into a voided mouth, an empty brood,
and it broke into so many little pieces.

It scattered, shattered, smashed, chinked,
some by two by two by two by some,
and now look at what the void's become.

Science, economics, love and hate,
and our unguided questions about our fate,
to accumulate our pyramid to the top pinnacle.

Do we try to piece broken shards of glass together, forever to grow?
and then, once one, look and see,
that it was not to know,
but just to be?

Nightingale

Hello Florence,

How many times have I heard your voice, and wished I knew what you looked like?

Your footsteps have come to mean as much to me,
as your soothing hands over my bandaged eyes,
T'has been given a glimmer of hope, you see,
the sightless life that another man might despise.

The war has entrenched me to your care,
in the middle of shelling and retreat,
with carefree violence, shouts, and death to spare,
crowding about your stockinged feet.

I hope that I will live to see the day,
if not my eyes, then my breath at least,
and pray to thank you far away,
from the clutches of this hypocritical beast.

I do wish I knew what you look like,
and my wishes will forever come true,
for your being will be imprinted in mine,
mine heart, mine breaths, the remaining few.