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Poetry and Writings

JaðARR VITTA EKKI áST


JaðARR VITTA EKKI áST

S.JENSEN © 2017

(EDGE ENCHANTS BY NO MEANS LOVE)

ECHOS CHIDE

IN THE FANS WIND

BLOWING DOWN LIKE

A HUSHED VOICE

EDGES OF A LONG

LOST DESIRE OF A

FIRE EXPRESSED

SHARED

AND LEFT

IN ITS FREE SPOT

CROSSING INTO

MY CHOICES

AND SITUATIONS

SURRENDERED TO

THE HEART SO OPEN

TO NOW BE SO

CLOSED

OH SO DO I FEEL

LIKE THE FOOL

IN THE DEEP

DEPTHS OF

THIS NOW GROUNDED

SOUL

BACK WITHOUT WINGS

IN THE STILLNESS

CALLS A DREAM

OF SIGILS

PUZZLED ON

THE CEILING

LINGERING IN MY

MIND

CHATTERING PAST

THE LIES

WHERE THE KEY

TO HEAVEN’S GATE

SAID WAIT

AND HEL’S GATE TRIES

ALWAYS TO

GRAB A HOLD

OF THIS INVISIBLE

CROWN

RUSHING THRU

THE PLAINS

IN THE STILLNESS OF

THE TRESS

LIKE A PHOTOGRAPH

CRYING OUT TO

A FAR AWAY LAND

BEHIND THE

RIVER OF FIRE

LAYS THE BRIDGE

OF OLE’

DIMMED

AND

FADED

WITHOUT A GUARDIAN

NOR ANY

TO COVET

INTO THE GIFTED

HANDKERCHIEF

CARRIES THE SIRENS

SONGS

LISTENING

TO THE PULSE

WHERE THEY

CALLED OUT

YEARS

TO FADE INTO

THE ONES LEFT

NO DRINK

NO FOOD

OH TO THE BIRD

FROM ACROSS THE SEA

TREATED ME WELL

IN THE NEST

SAYING NOTHING MATTERS

WHEN I HELP YOU

WITH THIS DEW

DROP OF HONEY

IN THE BROKEN THREADS

DANGLING TO THE LEFT

TASTED DELICATELY

LIKE AIR’D SWEETNESS

FOLLOWING THE PATH

THROUGH THE FOREST

PASSED THE FIRE RIVER

SEARCHING

FOR A PULSE

THROUGH THE COURSE

ACROSS TO THE CASTLE

ALL NOW IN RUINS

IN THE STABLES

RESTS THE POWERFUL

HORSE

SHAKEN AND TATTERED

PERKS ITS HEAD

TOWARDS ME

SAYING THAT WAY

ON THE PATH

MOSSY COBBLESTONE

A DOOR SWINGS

TO AND FRO

WAITING

LATCHING IT BEHIND

BLACK IRON AND TORCH

RESTS UNLIT

ZIPPO

SETS IT A FLAME

OH TO WIN THE

WHEELED CART

GATHERING IN THE

BROKEN MOATED RIVER

MEETS THE FIREY

GLOW SMOKE RISES

LIKE THE STEAM

GLISTENING

BETWEEN THE SHADOWS

SAND BLOWN LINES

THE EDGES SEEPING

INTO THE CRACKS

IN THE DARKNESS

THE LIGHT SHINES

TO THE TUNNEL

AT ITS END

THE HEAVY WOODEN DOOR

RESTS AJAR

WITH A GLOW IN THE DEPTHS

BECKONING

NOW THE HARP SOUND

FILLS MY EARS

AROUND THE CORNER

I SEE BLUE

LIGHTENING SPARKS

AND RED FIREY COALS

FLYING IN CIRCLES

ON THE FLOOR A PIT

PITCH BLACK

FULL OF EMPTINESS

THE HARP SCREAMS A SILENCE

OH SOMEONE IS HERE

I STAND THERE

NOTHINGS EVIDENT OF

A LIVING PULSE

I SEARCH FROM THE EMPTY

PAIL

OF MIMIR

TO THE LANCE AGAINST

THE THRONE

COBWEBS ABOUND

THE GOLDEN LADY HARP

SITS TO THE RIGHT

AS ALWAYS

I WALK TO HER

STRUM A STRING

SAYING INTO IT

WHERE IS

EVERYONE GONE

SHE SAYS MY DEAR

NO ONE HEARS

NO ONE SKALDS

NO ONE FINDS

THE PULSE

ALL THE BLOOD ROSES

HAVE DRIED AWAY

THE DUST SETTLES

IN

TO THE FACT

THERE IS NO LOVE

LEFT HERE

ALL THE GODS

TRAVEL THE UNIVERSE WAY

I SAY IS HE STILL HERE

SHE SAYS OVER

THERE IN THE CORNER

IN HIS COOLED DOWN

MADNESS

DRUNK ON THE

TEARS OF THE TATERS

TO HIS BELOVED’S DRESS

MAYBE YOU CAN

WAKE HIM

TO SENSES

FOR SHE SEEKS HIM

STILL OUT THERE

SO MANY HAVE FALLEN

SO MANY LEFT

SO MANY BEADS LAY

ON THE FLOOR

SHATTERED

I WALK AROUND THEM

AS I SEE MY OLE’ FRIEND

THROUGH THE LIGHT

IT REACHES HIS CAT EYES

GLOWING

I SAY DEAR

WAKE AND WALK

WITH ME AWHILE

HE SAYS YOU CAME

BACK

SO LONG AWAIT

I SAY ITS TIME

YOU CROSS

WITH THE REST

I SEAL IT AS I LEAVE

HIS BONES CREAK AND GRIND

AS HE MOVES

LONG GREY BEARD TO THE

FLOOR

HE PICKS UP HIS SWORD

SAYING HERE

TAKE

THIS STAB IT INTO THE RINGS

I WATCH THEN HIM

FADE TO A GHOST

HE SAYS AS THE SIGILS

SHIFT ON THE

CEILING INTO

THE STONE RINGS

TILL WE MEET THERE

ONE DAY

THEN HE IS GONE

I PIERCE THE SWORD

IN THE CEILING

TO THE RINGS OF STONE

TO WAKE

BACK HOME

IN MY BED…

OH TO THE GUARDIANS

OF MY DREAMS

I WILL RIDE

BACK TO

THE HALLS ONE DAY

FULL OF ITS

LONGING

… FOR ALL ARE

INTO THE UNIVERSE NOW.


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