In The Blessings Of My Ancestors

in the blessings of my ancestors
even the visions of ages pass
burnt as light benevolent

their singing memories
trammel in the winds
resonant vibrant penetrating

stand you thence if even brief
and upon the crested shadows
let your sun empty full ablaze

then and then your reason will shatter
bowed before imagination
there you will kiss the earth once more

41-45, M
Jul 9, 2010