Bidden
By a trace
At last
We will
Stroll with you
A moment.
Stroll with us, always,
The whole way,
All ways,
Where
Ways hard to pass
Gather and spread forth
At the crossroads of that seeming chance moment
Where the prophets smile upon us
And Buddhas caress
Away our stress
And press
Blossoms upon the soul;
Oh, such a moment,
Though you are for always
Though you remain,
Our ways,
Seemingly germane,
Craze us away
Into the vast sands
The sand casts
And lost masts
Tips of old buried hauntings that
Live with us always
Glazing over the days.
Oh, gaze past,
Gaze upon the open sands
Beneath the open sky
Where ways appear and disappear
With each shifting blast;
In that searing sun
Is truth one
Or does it shatter
Scatter,
Even matter,
When there’s something to be done
A moment that has come
A moment to set sail
With one
Who has the touch,
To prevail?
Stroll with us
Until
Beneath these sands
We find our place
Hidden

Amidst the shame and stresses
Picking up my dole
From the cloud shadowed recesses
Of the redness of my soul
Beyond your fragile caresses
Will I admit I am not whole
But only straw that one confesses
And then hides dark as coal
Knowing only one who blesses
What I broke and what I stole
From the hoppers and the presses
As I tried to fill my bowl
And with rags and torn off tresses
Made a claim upon parole
For all my many messes
I am an ordinary soul