Think Not

[Lykren]

Think of me not with thought
that only sees the mystery,
but with the hand that knows intention,
that sanctifies through movement
a gulf of space and sweetness.
Minds may dim with superstition,
fear of light and shade alike,
while bodies hunger cooly, electric and refused.

Ignore the dawn, roseate and dissolving,
the sun unbudding, blossoming above
the moon's impassive presence.
Cut off the past and disbelieve the future,
move through our heat, our cool, until
forgetting, you forge another memory,
the prevailing ground of heaven,
these oceans of desire.




Thanks for reading.

[Lykren]

Think of me not with thought
that only sees these mysteries,
but with the hand that knows intention,
that sanctifies through movement
a gulf of space and sweetness.
Minds may dim with superstition,
fear of light and shade alike,
while bodies hunger cooly, electric and refused.

Ignore the dawn, roseate and dissolving,
the sun unbudding, blossoming above
the moon's impassive presence.
Cut off the past and disbelieve the future,
move through our temperature until
forgetting, you forge another memory,
the prevailing ground of heaven,
these oceans of desire.

[NikolaiI]

It's really good, Lykren - thanks for posting it.

I do like the second one better. . I very much like interesting words in poetry, like roseate. . just a bit ago I came across the word aureate in a poem, I thought that was an interesting coincidence.

Anyway - excellent poem and it's really good to see.

[Lykren]

Thanks NikolaiI! I'm relieved to hear someone else thinks the second version is an improvement :)

[NikolaiI]

You're welcome, friend :) and in truth, saying it's really good doesn't quite express it - I think it's better than that description; anyway, great work and I look forward to seeing your next one, as usual!