The Fire Licks His Heels

Point me to the sky
– Oh dying breed –
Lift up your hands that
I might witness the clouds
Rolled up, into one formation,
And drawn back against the
Vast cluster of leaves and branches

Bring out the stars
That they might dance
In this now darkened expanse
– This looking glass of sorts –
Where the dragon always bites
At the heels of Hercules
And Lyra always plays her tune
– note by note by note –
Till all the stars are in full accord.

Lay me down
– My back against the water –
While the fire falls – extinquished
In the puddles of two attentive
Eyes, looking to the skies –
And burns the remains of the curtain,
Withdrawn and fading in the western world.

Sing to me gently.
Let me drink of the song,
Sung softly from the corners
Of solitude, that echoes across
The waves that so peacefully
Rock me to sleep. For in the night
I will find you singing,
Note by note by note,
Till we are all of one accord.

© Jeremiah Dowling 8-21-08


About Jeremiah Dowling

I write poetry and take crazy pictures in an Orange Chair all over the United States while reading amazing books.

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