Argos

Argos

Ἀγνώστῳ Θεῷ

Lord,

i will wait for you, like a dog;

lying scattered, in the tear dust,

drinking sweet darkness, ageing on pus,

tired eyes conceded to the cloud,

shattered by the shadow shroud,

that veils all things holy.

nothing left, but only

to listen…

every pore of the soul, aching

for my Master’s call, some whisper

of His steps come close, or tremor

in the chambers of His precious Heart.

i’ll wait…

               …in the tension,

that hovers over the swell

where eternity and line time,

crash into one; there …

dead in the blissful vision and dying

for the anticipation of the vision,

suffering the sweetness of completion

before the agony of becoming …

i’ll wait.

Lord,

let me die here,

cocooned by cloud,

asleep in the water, suspended

slave to strange currents

whispers through the between land,

long living longing,

throbbing with the sunflower

leaning to the shadow.

oh, may it swell up slow

and take me.

life’s a guilty pleasure,

sliding, sting of honey on tongue

fleeting, faster than death

seeping, as dreams on breath

all so light, hold it!

it might just blow away.

and do i even now wake?

trampling dusky earth

pressed by dusty skies,

singing ecstasy in secret

in lands unstuck from time.

so heavy the days

deep nights of longing.

i am giddy with life

and the precious knowledge:

that now is my day to die.