The Long Farewell

The Long Farewell

The Angel flew afar, yet near..

did the distance matter?

Winter fell that year with added sorrow..

The hibernation was long, as the cycle of emotions

became lost in a whirlpool of draining love ... lost.

I saw her moving above the clouds as I

lay down among the tethered trees of iron,... wondering.

I had rarely known the sky to be so full of mystery,

the pink clouds of warm mist brought soft shadows

to the harsh landscape, where pools of desire had formed amongst the rocks.

... the violent foam of Moon tide surfing, white as unprismed light!

unyielding the ecstacy of hidden colour within..

blinding ... diamond hard as the apples of the Moon.

The visor I gazed through, like cinematic screen scape,

distanced me from the balls of energy only just

beginning to emit their vibrant life force.

I am the envelope within the box,

message enclosed....

watching the world through the slot...

focus thus enhanced.

Penetrating the ether which enmeshes the afternoon of the soul.

The Angel flew afar, yet near..

did the distance matter?

Peter McB 21st century writings June 3.  2003