The Current's Core

Where the eiderdown flutters
And the riverbed mutters
Melodies in dawn-lit shrouds
Falling from the Kingdom’s clouds
A throng gathers round
At the beckon of the sound
From the waters clear,
A tolling they alone can hear.
And written on the door
In the current’s core
“Good-bye.”

When the wish had reached the well
A prayer took wing and in dejection fell,
There was a string in each hand,
Raised a chord none could understand
All eyes viewing riches in the deep
Brushed away the heavens that they might weep
And the willows capture where they run,
Locked to the leaves—each a crystal sun:
There are stars far below the skies,
In the voids of broken eyes.

Where the birds are singing
To the solitary imagining
That loneliness defines
As the star that never shines
Between Heaven and the plane
Bound to burn and fade in vein
And composed in the note
That on the candles float
“Please why?”