Saturday, September 23, 2006

Nostalgia's Noose

A poem from around a year and a half ago:


Nostalgia’s Noose

Remember the muted mountain that awaits,
Like a fissure in the framework of your mind;
Remember the entrance, the golden gates,
And the coiling serpents, bound and entwined.

Remember the message from the cosmic fates,
And let it simmer down to gently remind
You of all the sparkling stars combined;
Remember the muted mountain that awaits.

Remember not the heartless wounds and hates,
Nor creeping thoughts that are cruel and unkind;
Remember not to walk the mental dire straits,
Like a fissure in the framework of your mind,

Driving you to think of all that is behind –
Remember them not, nor their clawing traits,
For they do naught but block and blind;
Remember the entrance, the golden gates.

Remember what all the hounding grey creates,
And then let it go – glow and unwind;
Remember the hand’s extension that awaits,
And the coiling serpents, bound and entwined.

Remember not the pointless dabbles and debates,
Nor the trudging through the faces of mankind;
Remember not what the secret devil dictates,
But what lies secret in your heart enshrined –
Remember the muted mountain.

3 comments:

Andrea said...

Wonderful Poem. Thank you for sharing.

Andrea

Dean Wilson said...

Thanks Andrea!

More to come :)

-D

zeph said...

I really liked this one. Flows beautifully.
z