The grass slides by – a rushing blur;
I’m running from what lies behind
But nothing’s really chasing me.
The wheels are spinning like my thoughts,
They’re wearing down my mind and strength
Each time I try to find an end.
This constant confusion and loss
Has grown as my shadow follows;
I watch as the sun goes to grey.
Tomorrow perhaps the new light
Will find me still searching the earth;
Eventually though I’ll be gone.
11.2.19
This road keeps on through day and night,
Further now from habits formed,
The vehicle that carries me
Brings me closer to my harm.
I know that as these wheels turn more
The pain I must endure nears.
This is the only way to form
New strength against my in-bred fears.
As questions form about the task
And fears return to whisper doubts,
I force myself to trust to fate
That from comfort drew me out.
This road keeps on and I with it,
Growing better day by day;
Though at this point I’m fighting still,
I look with longing down the way.
11.1.19
Souls of peace –
Silken lace and World War dreams.
Can I give a bit of thought?
The quarter turns and leaves are gone.
Silence speaks –
Christmas past and graves have grown.
Where’s the blood we loved in life?
The time has shifted yet again.
Dripping light –
Hope that spills in timeless death.
Who shall carry on our love?
The soil, children, trees, and stars.
11.2.19
Joy and stillness both as one
Together fill my living soul.
I wish to leap and then to run,
Yet carefully to mull:
To ponder what this life is for –
Watching planets turn in time.
Each day learning further more;
Each tall precipice to climb
So, joy and stillness fill my heart
And guide me through my search.
Until at last I fill my part
And pass on though the lurch.
11.2.19
When Night upon the grass doth sit and chill
The earth with thoughts of grief and frozen death,
When ghosts come forth to haunt and make to kill
The joy we had with sharp and frozen breath.
All roads run straight before unto the end.
For down the paths below our mortal dust
All hope is torn and none shall mend,
For living, none can come below the crust.
Shall mem’ry pass and love of you forget?
As age and war the Halls of Mandos feed.
Shall time move on as if we’d never met?
As shades, we toss and break as withered reed.
But lo! This fleeting fear of mine is vain!
For sure as spring, the King must come again.
03.23.17
I spent my chaos in exchange
For empty space to sit and be.
My strange new place of respite gained,
I turned my thoughts away from me.
This moment still – a simple joy –
Allows my soul to find a stream
To think and trace with careful ploy,
How best to quench my thirst so deep.
When ‘round the bend my conscience plods
And finds there what I’d come to seek,
Then I perceive my own facade,
And from this cage I am set free.
07.25.19
The earth along its course
Divides the constant light;
Ne’er Sun nor moon can force
Their fulgence through the night.
Yet as the sun and moon
By fate are torn apart,
Together they are hewn
And each reveals its heart.
The sight of blood on high,
Is beauty made of grief;
An emblem in the sky
Of what you are to me.
For though the moon and sun
Are riven to the core,
And sundered one from one,
A beauty forms once more.
We watch the moon turn red,
A rose encased above,
The stars a diamond bed,
Beneath the sign of love.
01.28.19
Meetings, greetings, follow me,
Upward, downward, soon you’ll see
Worlds below with dark untouched;
Skies above, their laughter rushed.
Each of us must find a way,
Onward, backward, course to stay.
Some escape and lose their mind,
Others, peace, in journeys find.
Creature simple, complex soul,
Inward, outward, come up whole.
Search the paths you know so well,
Question, answer, ponder, dwell.
7.19.19
When parting ways as we must do,
My heart does break for leaving you.
As life flows on, and we are caught
In currents strong, I have the thought:
That though we seek to fight the tide,
Perhaps it’s best, the swell to ride.
It’s all in vain to force our way,
For fate will have the final say.
And though it seems that we are lost,
Forever parted, torn, and tossed,
There is a hope for you and me,
For fate to change, and peace to be.
02.23.18
Nathaniel West Clark 