Sunday, June 22, 2014

Lullaby No. 7 - Paris

Paris! Paris!
The étuvage of dreams
Where the caged bird sings
Of casual perfection
A nice thread
Torn in the empty silence
Of a stateless sky
The collective humanity
No more real than the divine
A woven heartstring unraveling
In the conflict of the others
Bury thy truth
In the expression of distaste
And carry on in the cool flow of things
The free mind pulls
From flights of fancy
To gather the strands of our hair
That have laid to rest on the ground
Burnt in the pleasant sun
The shavings of new life
Hanging in the balance
Of repressed emotion
The waters that came to your eyes
To dilute your disgust
A light heart in the wake
Carry on another day
Dispassionate
Breathe in the future
To save your breath for now
A letter from Paris
Your concept has answered you
In the truest fashion
Smile
The soul of the city
Knows of thy coming
In another life
His kingdom receives you
The power and the glory
Like a child’s dream
You pass
And dare to claim your spirit
From confession


Jason Greendyk