What do you know

Far from sky and earth
passing galaxies of neurons
through a vast pallium void
there is a tranquil place
shimmering with rainbow colors
feeding creations’ furnace
a place that beckons
flirting with natures’ meaning,
a place that knows no master
nor is itself a master,
it lies so distant, yet
complete a circle of being
and it is there, barely awake,
incomprehensible, tolerant,
holding within all that can be,
cerebrum volute dreams of forever,
what it knows is unknown,
there to be freely taken, if only
we would open its door.

©2013, Donald Harbour

Blossoms across the sky

Fingers of light stroke the darkness,
Dancing blonde filaments of golden pollen,
Its unrelenting awakening shadow foraging,
Though the room is cloaked against intrusion,
There is no stopping this creeping tendril,
The tree of dawn blossoms across the sky,
It has a mission to transmute night,
The candles on the cake are lite, blazing,
Morning birds sing a happy birthday chirp,
The tireless bed clasps the body to stay,
But, it has lost its amour of somnolence,
Eos has opened her heavenly rosy gates,
Coating the mouth with her sticky glaze,
As a rampaging bull, day paws at the earth.

©2012, Donald Harbour

Fear of tomorrow’s salvation

We walk a long staircase
spiraling down a shaft
of darkness.

A metaphor for the decent
step by step of life, of memory,
of being.

We cry painfully as babies
in the lonely stillness
of waking.

The expressed desire to be
hidden carried in a placenta
of forever.

Eyes open blinded by paradise
not seeing its sham
of illusion.

The stimulation quivers
eternity’s shifting currents
of creation.

A pricked finger reveals
a vibrant red drop the nectar
of life.

The fluid soon will dry and crack
to be scattered by the rush
of tomorrow.

I fear that there is only darkness
in death’s waking illusion
of life.

Where being is the creation
for today’s forever promise
of tomorrow’s unfulfilled salvation.

Copyright: 2008, Donald Harbour