VI

Only Shadows

Perfection's bitter fires
Burn my renegade soul,
A remnant hovering
Between lost shadows.
I can see an open door,
A welcome darkness
Disclosing your presence,
A fractured, golden sphere.
This sad fissure signals
How our ruined world
Is so flawed, and how
I experience so acutely
The pain of separation
Or worse, the anguish
Of not knowing you.
Overhead a failing star.
Below, there are only
Shadows.

A. C. Evans

The Cross of Renaissance

The shadow on the wall
Your breath is my skin
Love became everything
But now it has nothing
Such the large mistake
To dismiss this chance
When looking for heart in the eyes of strangers' faces
Find my sweet inspiration and rouse the day from night
When searching for the meaning of grace, virginal and pure
Close your eyes, dream tight and I'll be back sometime
Your visions are perfection, you know right from wrong
I am the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit; I am God
Change seeks your life
You feel it in the air
Dove's peace spreading
Many languages of race
This is the real thing
Four seasons together
Sacred cycles run time
Another love finds you
Sense the timelessness
As word of renaissance
Whispers a new Goddess

Martin Buckley

 

Dare to Dream the Dream

It baffles the imagination
That mere mortals such as we,
At times can bear one rare among us,
Who envisions spectres of tomorrow's day;
With his exalt ideas surly dreams allay;
Emblaze the banal with his ideal pure,
To make them here forever stay;
Thus the prosaic from our minds obscure,
Life and thought to splendidly array;

That such wise and extraordinary beings,
Can chain their innate inclinations true,
To the collective dream of purely seeing,
And dare to dream of things not yet assumed,
Proclaiming them as viable and due;
Whilst others consider dreams but trite concerns;
Bury them in the shrill silence of existing,
Hurling worthy visions beyond our call,
And towards the precarious mundane us steers;

But hear this, O dreamless dreamers
Content that sleeping is enough,
Thus meaning's purpose to the tock enspear:
As long as there's a dream to dream,
And men who dare to dream it;
As long as there are those who on Earth appear
To miracles envision,
Shall dreams be carried to the highest region,
And the world to glorious perfection steer!

Sophie Soil,
Canada