The gauze of night

comes to cover you in shallow lies

   from the hallowed glow of another day

    where mysteries weave in a water bug fantasy

 over your glazed eyes -  cycles

   to the wind – cycles of fire and frenzy

  Left bare and gaping to the culture hounds

  Cycles of ice and death – frozen to the

artistic core of broken dreams and hollow

  Anglican pottery.  Broken in scattered symbologies

    Across the floor of Yesterday

            To wait again – For

                        Your hopeful hand –

                                    It has been resurrected

                                    From the howling pain of isolation

                                                Choose me      

                                                            To fly –

                                                                        To the farthest shelter

                                                                        Of lovely isles stretching on

                                                                        A necklace of blue green tidewater

                                                                        Lullabies through your sleeping

                                                                        Eyes -


Brett Simpson - 1996

California Writings

Copyright © 1996 by Brett A. Simpson, All Rights Reserved, World Rights Reserved