L.M. The Third
08-04-2013, 11:37 PM
I believe in the immortal
Sky that is one, and four, and all;
That in panoply and parade
Changeth not. I believe surging
Grey -- conquering and to conquer --
Is but the counterpoint of sun.
I believe that when the jet streams
Of our chalk and crayon dreams
Scrape the Imperturbable Wild,
And when the foaming clouds crash
(While the wind awakens Romance
With the rain) then have we found
The secret the sky always knew.
(Slowly the welcome blankness creeps --
Slate of all they -- we-- are -- I am --
In the midst of the winged clouds.)
Thoughts or critiques?
Sky that is one, and four, and all;
That in panoply and parade
Changeth not. I believe surging
Grey -- conquering and to conquer --
Is but the counterpoint of sun.
I believe that when the jet streams
Of our chalk and crayon dreams
Scrape the Imperturbable Wild,
And when the foaming clouds crash
(While the wind awakens Romance
With the rain) then have we found
The secret the sky always knew.
(Slowly the welcome blankness creeps --
Slate of all they -- we-- are -- I am --
In the midst of the winged clouds.)
Thoughts or critiques?