I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Sunday, December 20, 2009

Merry Solstice

Tomorrow being the winter solstice, I thought I'd give you your present early.

The longest night

Down the night,
through echos of bonfires,
come revels of ages
of oak smoke
and holly berries.
The yule tide rises.
Our ancestors' dreams
sluice through our genes
causing parades of afterimages
of years past.
A soul's solstice
burning in the deep night.
Midnight of the year,
a celebrants orgy of dark.

3 comments:

Rick said...

Nice work, Steve!

Stewart Sternberg (half of L.P. Styles) said...

I was thinking of adding a line about Vitamin D and Epstein Barr Syndrome, but what do I know about poetry? Happy Solstice to you...and for your more pagan readers, blessed be.

Steve Buchheit said...

Thanks, Rick. Glad you liked it.

Stewart, well, yeah, vit. D is a good thing to be taking at this time of year (although, as an FYI, most vit. D you take orally you pee out). And the same right back at ya.