Striding, sliding, slipping down;
Groping for, grabbing at, grasping Hlin’s hand…
Then failing, flailing, falling through the frozen road;
Spinning and splaying, spiralling down Hel’s glistening
mouth,
And feeling, fearing, feeding her ravenous cold:
Snap!
My frigid soul shifts sullenly over her river-boned depths,
Wind dancing through the hollow bone of an eagle’s wing:
Alone…
Wind dancing through the hollow bone of an eagle’s wing:
Searching…
Wind dancing through the hollow bone of an eagle’s wing:
Seeing you…
Wind dancing through the hollow bone of an eagle’s wing:
Beside you…
Wind dancing through the welcome hollow of your open ear:
Whispering…
Wind dancing through the sweet tasting flow of your thoughts
and dreams:
Within you…
Wind dancing through your empty skull and hollow bones:
Alone…
Wind dancing through your empty skull and hollow bones:
Searching…
Killed in winter
By bitter hands:
Sister betrayed!
Careless laid: cursed.
I paid a price unfair – and the worst.
Then, gold leaf cast
On my vast pain
At last did ease
And then please me.
Burmese blessings sought me –
made me free!
Now graves I guard,
But none barred rest;
The scarred or whole:
Each one’s toll paid.
Your soul will have a place – ready-made.
Rocking and dreaming, surrounded by sea;
Soon nothing left here: nothing of
me.
The sea was wide and my journeys
were long:
At first half remembered, now
forgotten and gone.
Rocking and dreaming, surrounded
by sea:
Soon nothing left here: nothing of
me.
Brocken by wind and bleached by
the sun:
Time’s hammers and pains could not
be out run.
Rocking and dreaming, surrounded
by sea;
Soon nothing left here: nothing of
me.
My memories are mist cast out on
the tide;
I have nowhere to go and nowhere
to hide.
Rocking and dreaming, surrounded
by sea;
Soon nothing left here: nothing of
me.
I sleep now through the waves’
twilight glimmer,
As the dark depths below reach up
ever nearer.
Rocking and dreaming, surrounded
by sea:
Soon nothing left here: nothing of
me.
The sea, in time, will swallow me
whole,
And then, in time...
Will reach for
your soul…
Rocking and dreaming, surrounded
by sea:
Soon nothing left here: nothing of
me.
Tree withering cold
Snow fingers tap my window:
Soft, soft, so softly;
I feel frost breath beside me…
Strangely welcome in the night.
In winter you come,
To stay with me in the dark:
Feeding on my warmth,
Sharing your seductive cold;
We entwine and slowly merge.
Skin withering cold
Lips finding and kissing me
Through the night softly;
I feel my hot life flowing
Toward your frost crusted heart;
Soul withering cold;
Your arms turn to freezing mists
That carry me up,
Up toward the aloof stars...
Where you and I disappear.
So, Flying to Venus, my piece for concert wind band, gets its first play through...
I think me and the band are going to enjoy our own adventures and teamwork as we work on the piece over the coming months.
