Thursday, June 15, 2006

Impassible-5

OVER THE CREST

I walk down into the valley
with the Abbey grounds distinct,
and ripples of welcome
from Cher-Lynne
reaching out.

but downhill needs special attention,
and most accidents occur
close to home ...

but I can muse --
........................................................
The Cloak

There is a mantle in the hall,
next to the sword I must foreswear –
but they are perceived the same
by those who live by obfuscation,
or instill confusion for delight,
or submit to fear.

It is noticeably of no worth,
of simple weave and colors sparse –
but hung loose and without guile
it will stop any arrow or blade
with naught but faith in silent breeze,
and integrity.

It is heavy though and itches,
and not meant to be worn forever –
yet its presence and shadow
is of and betwixt my being,
and it ripples with Currents strong,
and eternity.

2 Comments:

At 2:27 AM, Blogger Imogen Crest said...

Faucon, this has become a fascinating passage to take.

 
At 12:45 PM, Blogger Believer said...

Something to keep you safe. Good.

 

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