~Modern Spirit~
Thoughts curl up
Like kittens
In my mind.
Purring softly
About yesteryear,
Times of cheer;
Visions left behind.
Pale light
Of remembrance
Stencils soft images
On the thin, worn curtains
That adorn my
Windows of thought.
A breeze of recognition
Stirs patterns
Of ancient hieroglyphs
On once placid pools
Of blissful apathy.
There is a yearning...
A quiet rose that blooms
Between blinks of my eyes.
I can feel its gentle
Petals stroking my forehead.
That touch of
Cool, green, deep-woods awareness
Struggling for expression
Amidst a montage
Of butterflies
Called city-mind thought.
Slow down.
Drink the dew
Of remembrance
That falls in
Cloud-like reverence
On the restless leaves
Of this worldly race.
Untether your boat
And gently drift
On whimsical whispers
Toward the Avalon
Of beckoning, modern spirit.
MEBH/@Copyright 6/98
