22 June 2013

It's About Time

arrow through the open window 
landed on my waking pillow
summer's morning shot its messenger
it curled comfortably in my ear

singing to itself,
quiet, singing,
letting me overhear:

sky holds your true names
many they are

call them down
call them down

moss of earth shelters your story
one story it is

call it up 
call it up

the waters' waves hold your future

do nothing
only wait with your ignorance beside you

however you must
hold your fire in your own hands

carefully burn your outside to your inside
scorch them into one and the same