elo69 Poetry (189)

Valhalla
though your gates are hung with the gold
of heroes songs
accommodation you offer
only bones in dirt
like every souls birthright

yet still they call
the sirens of a younger mans dreams

reap thy sow in seeds of dream
a river through thy heart been painted
cool and lush of green
after many days of deserts fast
her silence feeding the hunger of eyes
yet who it was of whom we speak
when every mind a riddle
wrapped in the enigma of its own machine

far and wide from high they fall
tell a sea of colored petals has gathered on the moon
this other part called soul which only wishes to be free
let it grow from that river and overflow these bones
a gentle man from gentle man this earth my clay to keep
but I will never weep
lest they be tears for joy
for life is harsh and harsher still and swift as death
it asked of me nothing
yet gave to me these things
if only to give value to the gift

she was a flower with no name
dressed in a shade untouchable
and yet the song from her lips
soothes all the troubles from my mind

she sleeps on diamonds in a bed of red gold
blanketed by bird song layering darkness into light
awakened with a stretch the clouds her arms enfold
tell over the mountains we behold her sight
with rivers of fire painting pictures on soul
for beauty is a bridge between self and the whole

from the sun she falls,like painted glass on ancient walls
new as the birth of love,sliver of a silver winged dove
unfurling blanket of night to rhythm which forever calls
ceaseless and timeless like sea reflecting the stars above
O herald of years,making tears,knowest though the number of days
for I have spent them here,in your temple
etching your dreams upon this wall beside the lines in my face

in the sun she hides
sweet mistress of tides
a clock to which soul abides
her face divides
as season to season slides
measuring the beauty which earth provides

crescent soul casting stones from the pebbles by the well
breath of dawn to gather but only time will tell
for sorrow makes a love sweeter than lonely song
as if all are are dreams gone wrong were just the price to belong
and with the ripples through her hair the last stars had fallen
through a bridge at the end time made from yesterdays

birds of the Summers wing
flock together to sing
joy which seasons bring
upon a harp of beauty's string
until sun over mountains cling
then away on the thermals will spring

Galaxy's from her hand will sweep
but shadows for this love a soul to keep
wheat which seasons reap
softly as the moon
beauty always come and gone to soon
at such a stately pace
as if every motion was made from grace
the turn of a hand and tilt to the eye
why does she always smile when she waves goodby

until the birds of Summer gather
to sing of their love for dawn
a tangled moon will sway
upon silvered leaves
breathing Venus's last breaths
like bright trumpet calls

fore the love of beauty is a dream
existing outside of time
yet filling moments with timeless
in the hourglass of a souls
perceptions

life is a winding path to trace
years filling memory's with peoples face
see where they have fallen in places
by the wish to linger in loves graces
as if one last time to embrace
that which we can not replace
yet unto the center you must brace
for this is the joy,the beauty and the sorrow of are race

what then been painted behind child's eye
as streams burn bright through colored sky
lighting heavens high
to commemorate are common tie
as people born from liberty's thigh
raised on milk of freedoms cry

tears she weeps upon the sun
to quench the thirst of desires golden eye
all for a kingdom made of days
as we drowned beneath the sand
lovers in warm clay
tell roots of trees grow tangled in are bed