Threshold of Heaven

When we cross over
the threshold of heaven
I suppose our love will
be truer,
purer,
richer,
deeper,
immediate –

Immediately.

I suppose I won't care
when you don't write,
or rather visit me in
my marble mansion,
though I'm thinking
I'll be in a tent –

this is partly due
to how I view myself,
and partly due to how
I wish to live:

simply and with abandon.

I suppose this dream
will be easier to live
in paradise,

above the vacant skies
we now live under.


© 2014 vagrant moon

Promise Keeper

________________

"I am still livin' with your ghost,

lonely and dreamin' of the west coast."

- Art Alexakis

I visited you before

I flew across your

distant cousin

nearly two years ago.

I never dipped

my hand or foot

in you because

the air was cooler

than expected;

It's the same here.

Before I left

I told you

I would return

someday, to live

or simply visit,

to stroll

the bohemian streets

that bustle beside you.

I am keeping that promise;

come fall, I will deliver. 

© 2014 vagrant moon

Constant Fairies

Mercy.
Temperance.
Patience.

You taught me these.

Acceptance
& perseverance.

These grace you
like constant fairies
filling the space around you,

sprinkling the air
with newness,

telling Tomorrow
it's just an excuse

to wait.


© 2014 vagrant moon

Music Can Be Like That

The pale headphones
fall from my hands like ash

and hover above a blue
shadow on the ground;

Something exploded here
in recent past,

now leaving a dim powdery
stain on gravel.

Music can be like that -
both abrupt and subtle,

exploding in the ears
like a bomb,

then settling upon
a blistered soul

like a wayward swallow,
leaving only the

faint melody of song.


© 2014 vagrant moon

An Exercise in Hope

'Finish the psalm,'
they rant,
these shadows of the past

that still hang upon
the walls
of hope and circumstance;

these voices of my friends
that calling
left behind,

'Strap on your boots,
return to your roots,
and finish the psalm,'
they chide.

'Let the sunlight be
your guide,
keep the shadows as
your friends;

but when clouds abide
and you lose your stride
never keep the
darkness in.

Be a mirror for
the cosmos,
be it all gaseous, marvelous
and bright;

let the blast project
and the glory reflect,
then you, simply
paraphrase the light.

Let the future remain
a mystery
never let it lead
you on,

And to the Creator
ever address,
as you cry out in
your distress,

and as your back's
still bent
don't you ever forget

to pick up
your pen and
finish the psalm.'


© 2014 vagrant moon