The Blue of Divinity
The blue of divinity—
Foaming bright seas,
The stretch of infinity,
White in the breeze,
A bounteous fountain before me,
Here as I sit in unease.
The isle in the distance—
As lonely as me,
The ocean’s insistence;
Stand up to go free!
But, like the ice, I am frozen; silence my portion and plea.
The soul I knew — shattered,
Like glass on the ground,
The parts of me scattered,
In deafening sound,
My brothers and sisters died in ruin; buried below in the ground.
The race to restore me,
Was perilous quick,
With devils in fury,
Their bile flowing thick,
Even through raging Gehenna, willing to try any trick!
Here by the breakers,
The rolling of waves,
Such doting caretakers,
As hellishness raves,
The blue of divinity blinding, here by these oceanside caves.
Winds bring elation—
A lover’s sweet breath,
This lonely prostration,
As holy as death,
Clasping my body for comfort, sad as frustrated Macbeth.
Dark heavens gather,
Upon the spry sea,
Foam flicking lather,
Enveloping me,
Lightning in thundery bombast, striking with gusto and glee.
I am confounded—
Cut raw, to the quick,
So mournful, astounded,
By agony’s prick,
Weeping alone in this shelter; severance makes me feel sick.
Solace I’m seeking,
In bleakness profound,
And never once speaking,
On sacrosanct ground,
Peace — like the nectar of heaven; only in death is it found.
Salt wind the mother,
That comforts my soul,
Water my brother,
To make me feel whole,
Destined to dwell in the shadows, here in my clandestine shoal…
ADL
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