HANDWRITTEN ODE TO PASSING STRANGER .. . .. .
. .. shutdown the world
as if it is winter
oil your knives
and store your tools
for i have seen the winter’s edge
and i have stood on land’s ledge
the sum of all our burdens
all our loss and our discontent
bronze fields they wait
to tender resignation
at her brightest thought
give to me then
my surrender
let me fly like birds of field
let me run with the fox
dig deep with the badger and the mole
for here is my life
and here is my world
I seek no cause to engender
so, those who listen for the swallow
and the swift
those who wait for the summer that never ends
you like me will wait forever, yet
beyond the awful springs
cast your eyes upon the future
and cast your eye down the lane
of drills and farmyard pitch
where the tractor and machinery
have cut the earth till it will bleed forever
forever, in this dangerous earth
be swift my fair four-legged companion
be swift who walk beside my gait
and I will show you where we may end
where we may find each other’s friend
and wait awhile
and learn of song
and learn of wonder
and learn of skies
all scudding past us, grey
puffed like people are
and we have waited
for too long for this dark summer to end
and we have waited for so long
for softest badger baited on our breath
and in our sight, hailing
we work with words and thoughts and feeling
we work to show where humankind
can be apart from where all others fight
and give nothing back but fear to me
o’ soft, soft words
that light the fuse
the fire
the dream
the moment
that softened yet my blood-filled heart
that pounds within
the deepest ditch
no more can I expect your reason
no more can I expect your thought
for we
have given up on all that is wonder
to make our thoughts as deep as deep
..
edenbray ☢︎ - a BEAT POET 