Song For Charles

We can walk on the sea
(breathing free)
Turn our Eye /
every terror we meet
Skip the Trail /
every guidepost we leave
behind us – you and me walk into the Sun.

And You and I
on tall towers stood
arms waved to conjure the healing green
to the calling shook my puny fist at the mighty universe

Under palms of fire malignancy departed
wove tapestries of restoration
where lake merged with sky
sent you all of my strength
together we leaped into the maelstrom of Making

kick open doors
cast aside
thrown into
the kaleidoscope of making

We can walk down the street
(feeling free)
Turn our Eye /
every beauty we meet
Skip the Trail /
every signpost we see

before us – you and me walk into the sun

Branching out for more, you were
blooming towards the source sacred song / song of risk new adventure road calling

One-armed bandit / cast the dice occasional victory will suffice You know that You Are what You Are!

Cell phone, cap, and smiling face judgment of others – there was no trace catch the mischievous twinkle in your eye

In your glare I saw the struggle solitary arena hand held, bedside gasping
battle joined
I could not defend You.

On a pinnacle / in the abyss
You looked thru me, and fled.
I clamped myself in irons so I could not call You back.

Haunted by your stare
end without end
eons of stone scorched
wasteland frozen bare
I could not endure beside You.

Dangled over cliff down which you must fall “Let go!” we said, crying and could not run to catch You.

For signs you gave, impressed upon us
mysteries of your passing –

Your mother You saw
Your smile You gave
One ring of a phone
A shadow it passed
And like a cloud before the sun
You departed, and were gone

Now up the smooth stones racing, trees receding vistas opening
make way for future playgrounds pointing
to a line of bare-breasted dancers.

Join together, now we may
kick open doors thru casinos run laughing
let our chips fall where they may

On gaming tables springboard jumping thighs and buttocks heart beat thumping
run riot in the kaleidoscope of Making

On towers tall stand side by side we shake our mighty fists at the puny universe

And aint it grand (mighty grand) to set ourselves forward to the calling

-October roads winter canyons wind springtime harbors distant shores, distant lands

* * *

We will walk on the Sea
(feeling free)

Turn our Eyes /
every terror and beauty we meet

Skip the guideposts /
every boundary we flee

with us – You and Me walk into the Sun


- Werbinox

October 18th, 2003