A bugle
is so shrill
above the night watches

the gentle haze
that meanders
for his place
of rest

With grasses straining
as they catch
light
of the night

It casts
its shadows
elsewhere

You stood there
beneath the high
elk tree so mighty

it loomed
breathed to
the forest
of the skies

~~ Ei

Wondering about
the disguise
with mind in transistion
of ideas

meditative thoughts
of places, sanctuaries
loom in the mist
tall spires being
cloud kissed

with ancient books
of knowledge
taught without
the cutting edge

~~ Al

There
as told
by the ribbons

a flagrant crisp twilight
that weaves, spins
in elaborate song

too twisted
to the mortal ear
the divine sayings
that hush

our speech
preach, the sermons
that go on
for miles, in subtle

the graciousness of the
vain, in searches
down to splendid canyons

I see
when I allow myself
~~ Ei

Visions of cloaked figures
wander over hill and dale
heads bowed

silence surrounds
the atmosphere like
ghostly birds in flight
that soar

carried on the wind
you'll hear
soft murmurring of
mantras, prayers

while mystics in
distant places chant
some dance to learn
and to discern
~~ Al

Hear the twinkling
memories

they haunt
knock, upon the door
clay and tall

of the tablets; front
your heart

That hold those
buzz word messages
you've about time
figured out

passing your own
private judgment on
in this life
or another
that breezes your mind

Offers sanctity always
to the recluse
in you

Says no more time
again and again
to be so subtle
in tolerances

The divine halls you walk
to the hanging galley
you dream of
every night
~~ Ei

Places take flight
in imaginations sight
the continuum of
ever evolving eons

With each new dawn
awake you yawn
to walk the way of
wandering and wondering anew~

E T Waldron~2004~Al Swanson~