The Blizzard
[inspired by “The Blue Bird“]Martyred rose…
alive in the blizzard,
reaching petals toward the light,
bless’d the promise of the night.
I rose one morning to a blizzard.
The wint’ry wind blew snow deep in my way
and I knew a storm was coming,
So I set out to find what debt I had to pay.
Sleep and Death, Sleep and Death
representing its last breath.
Just to meet – the dead in the
house of the unborne;
the rose knows about Death and Sleep!
…and the spell of the absent one moves forth.
And the wisdom of the deepest
holds the weeping eye so dear -
to chase away the fear.
Encountering the waiting ones
who seek their incarnations.
Slashing at their natural zeal,
we’ll scorn the sweet sensations.
Deep in the new theatre
lives the flaming youth
where the transformation quickens
and the plot of life thickens.
Can’t speak to an absent mind
that smothers such impressions.
wonder is enlightenment
in its truest expressions.
…and the spell of the absent one moves forth.
And the wisdom of the deepest
holds the weeping eye so dear -
to chase away the fear.
To chase away the fear.
