Unbound II

The mountains have been unbound

When they were just born

But too when

The many generations of

Lovers, warriors and farmers

Have walked amongst them

They could but watch and wait

Another day

Another year

Unbound from time

They have sung

A different song

That slumbers in our souls

And takes what we have never really heard aloud

A silent-like lullaby

Of a softness no lover could ever

Dream

Of a sensuous kind

The mountains cracked and gnarled

They have seen the unbound

Walk and fly

Amongst their crags…

Free from the words that could only shadow

Their un-uttered thoughts

They have seen yes.. they have shed their

Hair of trees

And leaves

So many times

And they are so old that they have been

Young once and again

They have not seen their destiny

For they are not the victims

They are not the makers of destiny

But they are the watchers of ours

When we tramp through their lands

And till their valleys

And lie loving again in their dells

Or hide and cry in their shadows

Bringing forth life in their plateaus

Then passing on in the high ways

And they watch

The silent chroniclers of our stories

And our chronicles are unbound

By the boundless mountains

Unbound I

Unbound they lie

Before me like so many splayed petals

Seconds tick by and still I hold on

As the streets fill with unwilling people

The insides of the unbound

Spill over

and their mornings are never finished

as if the days are unborn again and again

I would wish to explain what I try

And say

Unbound here upon the floor she lay

Unbound thoughts rose as if the mist of a new day

But we are stuck here

Oh so far from the holden way

If I could but just stay

Unbound like we were that day

Scattered across the floor

Our clothes lay

Yes.. I am shy to tell all and say

How we connected our bodies

As if we were some wild, erotic play

Across the covers.. limpid

Thoughts still flicker in my mind

I would but tell you the unbound

Where exactly in the world’s soul

I would have you

Yes I would with our parlay

One last first time

Try but for unborn words

Un-pronounceable really like wingless birds

That have trickled from my mouth

Timid to show themselves fully

Unbound from what was and what could be

Touched upon the innards of our clay

Yes.. this is what I would wish to say

Plunge on, a penultimate time into our foray

Cast aside all the unboundless gray

And rock with our simple, lovely, tragic play

Yes they lay here.. unbound

Circle


The cure has awoken
Like it has a soul of it’s own

Sometimes
The haunting has touched again

Somewhere
The ways have been broken

Somehow
The force is a bloody raven

Can you see that the circle
Has into us fallen
Can you feel that we are
A one unbroken

Crisscross the land
To make a final stand
Like some legendary band

Maybe heroes feel like this
Maybe we too have to trudge on
Perchance this is the same circle
The same battle

Can you taste the bitter sweet thought ?