Lullaby No. 19 - Staring at the Sun

The sun set through

My lifted eyes

In waves of music

Sunken oceans of cordial depth

Chopped by laborious winds

Into billows of exhaustion

For dangerous journeys of the mind

Dream states and long forgotten essences

Like the golden haze as you looked west

Staring at the sun

Some forty years ago

By your stretches of temporality

The poetic rendering of time

With an empirical backdrop

Orange light filled your thoughts

Silhouettes of former selves

With golden edges sang

That everything’ll be just fine

This life is but a pass

Jason Greendyk, www.jasongreendyk.com

Lullaby No. 18 - Elysian Fields

Escaping thoughts galloped

Through the Elysian Fields

The contemplation

Extinguishing the intellect

And done

Sweet afterlife

Egress

Your soul was spirited

Galloping away from your mind

And its callous Reason

After your light

The incandescence of your flickering self

Coursing through the shadows

Hunting blind

You sought that which you could not see

Though knew it present

From the shivers down your spine

And through your veins

Like a heroine

That tickled your fancy

At the mere spirited thought

Of touching death

An embassy

Jason Greendyk, www.jasongreendyk.com

Lullaby No. 17 - Grasping at the Dust

April’s evening thrust its light

Long through the aging glass

That cased your home

The things that came to own your soul

Grinning at their blithe rebirth

As they know from whence they came

They stirred your chills

The tap of your spine

The voice of Reason

That longed for you to return your sights

In the aging night of life

Every thing you had cast away

To the great black unknown

Sneered at you in the white brick

The character of your home

Your son grasping at the dust

That sparkled in April’s evening light

Reborn in your aspirations

Breathing of what came before

A bete noire in the letting window

Jason Greendyk, www.jasongreendyk.com

Lullaby No. 16 - Last Rites

August, New Jersey

The spirit of the poet had passed

His humanity as a standing reserve

Was some resonant representation

Of the mathematical course of love

A distilled omen

The impurities left to the airs

Specks like stars against the black

Mere appearances

Of cordial depth

I escaped the perfect solitude

That had sought me

Wanted me thinking alone

In the high desert winds of Texas

No muse to listen

See as I got close to myself

I always wanted someone to be watching

Someone to see the beauty that I saw

I was a traveler of depths

And nowhere was I home

But the great omen of love

Spoke to my spirit

In the passing of the poet

Until one winter night

In the late poet’s own home

The spheres they sang of song

And the gods they danced below

And I whispered to our son

That he was a bountiful echo

In the choral cadence of His mind

And see the spirit of the poet is within you

He can never die

Jason Greendyk, www.jasongreendyk.com