I behold you, Mercury-
Oh god of mind...stalking me
to survive, shadows of
footsteps following the sun
as the chariot dips
behind the horizon, wisened,
lived again in imagination.
I am begging sight, born
to penetrate that deep night
shorn from the rays
of the ember soft sun,
reflected in darkness
of all we have begun,
all we have opened unto ourselves
in silent dance, taking chances
to ease the sting
of everything that belongs to dream
(to deepened dimensions woven to bleed).
And I hear you calling,
crawling beneath this silver
strand of sight, linking worlds
within me with the feathered
wings of light...
treading, spreading sound
which turns to tone
moulding tears to make a home
for all thats left beyond the lines
of that distant horizon
of my mind.