Kevin

See the snowflake
Perfect and distinct
Falling
Into the glistening field of obscurity

The day Christ died
Like a Buddha on the road
The veil of the sky was rent
The cloak of the temples fell
And all the pure beckoning beauty of the heavens
Spilled down upon me
Cleansing me.
Redefining me.

Peanut butter poetry
On ice cream afternoons
To catch in thick emotion
The swiftly fading blooms
To render more tenacious
The tender feelings felt
For ice cream like the evening
Isn't sticky 'til it melts.

I can feel a summer evening melt
From green
To violet
To black
And find peace.

But I cannot feel
A moment
Pass
Naked
Into night
And not be struck dumb
With terror.

Were my love an ocean
There could be no land.
No crystal fibrulation
Where the water and the sand
Advance and dissent
The quavering solution
Where forms intertwine
And strand becomes strand.

O fallen of angels take up your wings.
Fold them away and walk now with me.
Through pastoral greens
and translucent streams
past golden bright sands
to the womb of the sea.

Unseeing eyes on a garden plane
With "No thought" whispering among them.
No caller's tug will turn
This wistfull movement through knight and manor
Past that place of the past and present tense.

I've seen the future! It's Christian and white.
But there won't be a Christendom 'til there's a Christ.
Let's get this ball rolling!
Christ why so slow?

I believe in you Kringle;
In your warm crimson coat
Turned
Against the white purity of icy plains,

In the sack on your back
Fulfilling
The emptiness of Truth,

In twinkling eyes
Like sunrise stars
Cutting
Through idealistic night--

How the emerald spray
Of summer would suffer
If not divined by your eyes.

Your love puts a sweeter song
In the throats of birds
And warmer glow
In the days last embers
Till loves wild brush
Specks the heavens
With sparks from your eyes.