landscape

[eclipse]

Two flowers open with the sun

 

Vines grow through the eyes of a skull-

 

This land cannot resurrect The electricity

 

of the bird that owned that crown-

 

I can feel the wind

 

But cannot detect the pulse of the

 

Silent power of the soil-nature’s clean pure oil

 

Rain falls on the tattooed rocks and cliffs below.

 

I am a human tattoo moving across

 

Landscapes being slowly erased by time.

 

As I hold the skull, the wind’s microphone

 

amplifies the music of the trees.

 

Birds observe me eying a distant promontory-

 

Waves crash over the imperceptible

 

Measurements of the sands hourglass.

 

The sea has co-existed with the land-

 

And the mind with the body Thoughts outnumber footsteps-

 

And few thoughts reach the tongue-

 

Only certain parts of the sea

 

Are fated to reach the shore.

[tonyv]

Some powerful stuff, Eclipse. Particularly emorable moments: Birds observe me eying a distant promontory and Only certain parts of the sea/Are fated to reach the shore.

 

Tony