Lullaby No. 30 - Murder of the Goddess

Life was a gorgeous deep blue

The night scantly dressed in black

And full-bodied like the spirits

You imbibed the midnight glow

Of eyes made up and coming on

A heart polished in the river

Your reflecting through the skies

And was this calm blue surface happiness?

The fire of deep thoughts

Syphoned through the quality of stillness

The thinking man was thoughtless

Hung on his reflection

You felt the pain of phantom limbs

Forgotten truths escaping him

Was the silent mind this empty?

You never said a word

Save the moaning of your soul

Longing to drink from black slits

The deep blue vein of life

He sang a hollow in the forest

And there was nothing more

Jason Greendyk

www.jasongreendyk.com

Lullaby No. 29 - August, Los Angeles

Always setting in the twilight of the west

As took hold the rising eastern sun

And fading night was upon

So we flew to mourning

Arid, free of tears

A desert of language borne

In your characteristic silence

A storybook parapet

Formed in the new air

Of things dated

A new breath coaxed

Your sharpened mind

To the dull ache

Of what had been your apathy

Yes it was a lightness

That was loose of care

Somehow unimaginable

In its re-existence

Yet too soft to speak

Of what once was

Your only dream

To wake and be free

Of all that would steal your lit soul

Contemplating crepuscular

And always in the dry light of the pines

This August had already passed

A late body of wax and time

Jason Greendyk

www.jasongreendyk.com