Sunrise Denied

You new soul,
soulless in your
shadows and desperation,
longing to capture ghosts
beyond bone and halos
of light..
Yet that halo promise has wizened
in fingers and beseeching palms.
Light vacant eyes, mumble there sunrises
denied., in there dark passage
from flesh to ghost,
and find no one beyond
the rage of rain,
and the murmur of the suckling sea.

You soulless soul sing the hymns of
longing sea,
of deliverance from dust and
wakeless sleep.
So the fladulating eyes
peel the flesh , and bare the ghost
that sleeps curled in the
kneeling faith.
Along the lapping shore line
there howling and lamentations
awakes the moon , and tides,
embracing earth and loss.

But sea and moon
sleeps as one in the
torment of promises, and
promises denied.
The sea shifts and twists
to the sorrowful journey
and phases of the moon.
Until the tongue gives births
to sound, and hope.
The slow crawl of words,
tames rock and tree and sky,
words that capture a forest of choes,
tamed the upheaval, and illuminated
the once blank sky.
But now loss slips the tongues
that hold there peace,
and flounders in the devouring silence
as the hand of lunar light
gently baths the wounds
of the world .

Those wondering
lost in the sallow glow,
cry there faith to
an alien sky,
that rains nothing
but sharpened light
and empty wind,
find anguish in
a bottomless sleep.

The desert of the
flesh sleeps the sleep
of loss of harp, and paradise misplaced
as they twirl between
a silent sky,
and a devouring sea.,
longing to find the
world again.
Yet ghost is promise broken
only sea and rage of rain,
suckles flesh to dust,
and silences ,
the hymn of longing,
yet promises sunrise
renewed,
and sleep with
an awakening.