upon the steps of a compass
for directions aligned
greet the box and round to go
another box and oh and oh
there were hashes and across
the space was bounded by stately forms
immobile in solitude the periphery
the gateway and entrance blue by
blue lights blue night
with shrouded lowering
initmate of mortality
winged messenger mighty
in few words spoke the intent
hints only then
of this immensity
loam and cones and needles dark
pouring as a cascade
the sultry torrent
primal dark and deep
the night was born
as messengers embarked
with meanings kept
wrapped and tight
they moved the earth
the sky moved then
bodies celestial and quaint
there was a quietude as swirls formed
the eddies of the energy
drawings there lowering
and above the radiant tracings
of primary and distinct
emmisions transmitted on this wave
that coursed thru stage
the apex of an experience
what makes the lights
or what this to
conjurings of the same
and gathered as the certainty
that fragmentary insistence
of totality and unity
and this then was tamed
in orbit like this orb
revolved and spun around again

Wonderful write thanks for sharing...

a tremendous painting..

Lost Intensity

Through the layers
veiled and rent
How does one get their bearing?
A cascade falls
around the plain
of light and torrents raining.
Experience speaks the soul
each on to his own.
Energy wrapped now tight
a tide wit no sound ending.
The sky has changed
and seems the heart
it is our own unbending.
Still one wonders even more
who has this compass tending?

Raine Les 5/28/2009