Poetic Interlude 1

and our dreams are living lightning,
laying lines in the blood and burning brilliance
that make up our minds

And in the silence we find that the force
of our failures is the future bringing us
further forward into forever

but surely we do not go alone

and the weight of our bones is the wearing
groaning, grasp of continents in shift
nation on nation dragging us down into darkness

but weakness is waning, waxing and going dim
and shallow and hanging low in the sky of our imaginations

and the sea is gone dawn bright, burning bearing away
the night into waves and water.

the sun surely rises, raining light into the world