Ivy in the Rain

Ivy in the Rain


I lie strewn across a bed of silence
a monent of peace where the still air slips from gravity
one and only
over stone, over stream
I watch the temple fall apart
through the coils of a single lightbulb

still faithful, still dreadful

I dream of mazes that fail to fit together
and before even realizing
a noise taps upon my windowpane
one tinkle of wonder ;
purchased, chased yet priceless

in silence the one and only disturbance
attracts the attention of the living life within
a chapter that makes you wince

I say silence cannot be tolerated
unless it is a playground where fire and hope rests
a mournful morning of childhood
that sums up
all the weary falls lands upon a thought

hearts shook and curled up like gentle wire
a man whose tank left desolated and empty
or just unable to be filled up

still underway, still lightfast

awaiting by the last glimpse of light to pray
the tribes of clarity rip the stitches of a man's prey