runes of night and day
May 13, 2008 by Ensio
When the dark
holds sway
the earth collides
and shrinks
into my hand
I walk with mountains
in my mind
sharp peaks
steep slopes
and black forest
in the soul
at dawn
dusk turns to dust
I shiver when I grind
yesterday into ash
and trees
humming in my mouth
an old song
made of leaves and wood
spreading slowly
but with adamant certainty
into the opening day
the world
begins to wake
leaving hidden clues
gestures
for man to take
to find out
if he has what it takes
to become
everything
the runes say he is
I like this poem. There is kind of ancient sound in it; it feels to bring out some already forgotten pictures from the depths of my mind.
Wow. An unsettling poem, in a good way.
The surreal glow of this poem appeals to me greatly, excellent work once again
i was talking to my ex-MILF on the phone yesterday and read this aloud to her, slowly. She was very taken by it.