The Recital
Of many words
and through my gain
I have accomplished
None the same
For in this box
I am faced with words
Words transpire
Words of birds
And to sing among them
One should be
At one with all eternity
And all the tales and stories told
I shall continue ner grow old
O I shall dance upon the Moon
Her child I am
A Goddess Tune
O I shall dance upon the Sun
His child I am
A God Amun
Blessed are those to transverse
A bridge to cross
A word to disperse
And I have come
A recital to be
One foot on Land
One foot on Sea
Past I go to show you way
Present time and none to stay
Future come and fourteen pray
And number all but these keys
To dwell a sphere in this Rain Tree
Herein is my Father sanctified
That we bear fruit and shall provide
Yet who am I to recite these words
And lo I come messenger of bird
Fly I shall ore every plain
To unveil this mask again
To land on every coloured sphere
Of cold and hot
And every year
You need not take these words to heart
And as thy will then we shall part
It is through the oxen and sheep
For through this thy shepherds keep
And a star shall come through every vein
And I shall be the one with vane
Oh come what may and fear shall sound
Alas this land as I have found
But O to send me words of change
Our Men and Women?
A Spectre?
A photochemical exchange?
As deep as I may go shallow
And reverse may be true
It is in the chamber of a beating heart
Where all recitals become renewed
It is on the surface
Yet deep in her womb
It is the holy grail
It is a man in every tomb
Atop this point I stand as Star
And every eye shall see from afar
Is it fiction or based on fact?
For this I know and this I lack!
Silence all yet loudness came
To sacrifice in a recitals name
But what is Truth?
And parallel incoming equality
As clear as spring water...clarity
And as the Sun is waning to Dark
Within me recitals have their spark
A flame of hope
Another to learn
And deep I go
Regenerated to cope
And as my aura shall surround
The Recital makes no sound
And so with all these words shall be
And hanged I was
Of branch and tree
But I have all but words for you
Recited down from history to
Alas a poet I shall stand
Among the living and death of man
The Recital
A book, a written word
As negative and positive
A challenge concurred!
Copyright © 2007 Lori Foster 1-9 Waning
