I Dream Of Noble Orpheus

I dream of noble Orpheus.
Like a ravaged, wingless angel
I can no longer venture alas
Into unchartered skies & realms.
I’m too burdened by mortal cares,
To carve art from marble & stone;
To collect the sea from the sun’s rays.
I’m left to ponder fragments of bone.

I dream of noble Orpheus.
In this half lit purgatory,
Beauty’s broken into pieces,
And I need new ways to perceive
The warm heart of life that shimmers
Under cold, elaborate surfaces.
In my veins still burns the summer.
I seek Nature’s knowing caress.

I dream of noble Orpheus.
There are agonies of the mind,
Conceived in the depths of silence,
Where no marked wounds or bruises lie.
O it is cruel to pour out one’s
Spirit into this wanton world;
Where no one takes care to listen;
As we dive like beggars for pearls.

I dream of noble Orpheus,
Whose music soothed the wildest souls,
And transmogrified pale distress.
Praised be poets who become whole.
I sense the promise of fresh forms,
Drifting innocently on the breeze.
I’m so tired of well worn norms.
These jewelled moments I will seize.