ANDRICON OF THE LYNX

ANDRICON OF THE LYNX

Ricardo Antonio Garcia

Colorado your soft reflections

entrance the chambers of my Soul

elusively providing the way

where contentment

and the release of life’s imprisoning forces

will find us waiting in its waters

watching the fish dance.

The satanic taunting of faces

obscured in the Light will all fade

and only the waiters

whose reflections brown their tidings

amidst the minor wakes

will awaken our new born senses.

Colorado opens its doors

scanning our jealousies in its encampment

freeing us from the darkness.

To arrive from the narrows of death

we all run to the safety

of these harboring mountains high

believing our joy

will be sprung from its jar.

Wherever there are wicked roads

never follow the shadow of a stranger

for in their lean postures

we have been driven from our homes.

The Andricon of the Lynx

will stand on the edge of an iceberg …

.. to be bitten by the frost …