Dawning Mights

I’ve felt more than I’ve heard,and I’ve heard the irresistible depthsemerging, and the thundering silencewelcoming inthe wind that shakes the frozen stones.That breakfast call was sharp enoughto pierce high up the sleeping flesh.The songs echoed far enoughto resurrect the dried veins,flowing upstream, home now,where to believe is not to hope.The cooks smiled with empty bellies,made content by kind stepsmarching towards their kitchen porch.The stars fall out of wishes,since hope was already down to earth,ferried by thirsty hands and speedy brains.The full moon freshly shonebehind the mountains like a bell rung,shy before but defiant nowagainst the murky night.The fish were caught dreamingbut released back alive,left wondering at the pooling time.

Fish me out, fish me out,but show me mercy nowas I throw myself backinto deserted land.And I shall give you me.And I will nourish the moon for you.And I will sow the next spring.And I shall whisper summerish bliss.Show me mercy now.Write me a song, hug me more than a lot,cook me food at your front door,and I will long for your kindness,reminiscing on the carved road.Remember mewith mercy now,since we trespassed the gatesamid the dawning

                 mights.