Entry 15 - Poetical Streams. I know. I don't like them either.

Waiting mists and shifting sands pull apart

Mercury mirror, flexible and cold.

Hand passing through fame, heart passing through silver

Dripping, changing torn through time, reinventing it.

Soft, smooth darkness bathes, conceals and reveals

Glowing mercury mirrors in shifting sands flooded with light.

Open the shadows and steer the ship’s bow through and through

Hand passing through fram, heart passing through silver, molding and growing.

Sail on dark oceans, sail swift shadows of old dreams

Reaching like wraiths past guarded mists.

Mists deeper than the soul of Death.

See strength in the prisms humming, drifting with the sands.

My own silver mirror wrapping mercury fingers around space, morphing shape.

Death, life, the stones of old and new…grow

Lines within lines passing through and through waiting, watching

With split-fired eyes of hourglasses

The waiting, wanting winds of mists obscure

Cloaking, swirling dawn of storms, holding, straining.

Power leashed in iron bonds on brilliant sands sweeping upwards, driving down

Curdling gray in quiet hands

Hands passing through frame, heart passing through silver

Bedrock and riptide tearing, pushing, screaming up in the first birth

Paths appear,

Glowing mercury sands lifting up

Twisting away, woven together with lightning longing

Stars and darkness, gentle and haunted, spotted with pinpricks of gold

Dotted with new worlds

Dark, quiet, deep patience and sleeps as the restless mists clear.

Depth of blue reaching down and down and up and up, embracing all that will be.

Conceal, reveal, dart in and out of whispering sorrow

Paths rising, slowing,

Shaping, extending into clear tranquility of a woman’s bluest eyes

Of effortless beauty spun into a shadow cloak filled with light and anticipation

Soaring through worlds within worlds of blue

Nestled in cupped hands filled with a lattice-work of ice.

Candle points hurled into breathing glass.

Watched inside a mercury mirror shrouded with gossamer black

Held by hand passing through frame, hear passing through silver.