Lullaby No. 20 - Under His Wings

The taste of glass

Was shrieking

Carved a high pitch

To pour

From the gullet

A madness we once knew

My body and I

Late at night

The unrest of days

Unraveling

Psychosomatic

I slept

My spirit wandered

Dreamscapes everlasting

Transient materials

Wakefulness was intangible

As it came

Landscapes appeared

Under His wings

Men who lie with mankind

Close to the essence

In the thoughts of the clouds

And the wishing winds

That carried the flying birds

Through the falling rain

The ground rose up

The candle on my desk flickered

And the shadow danced on the wall

Let us scale the cave

Where essences smoke

To find a light

For ourselves

My body and I

For life is always on the mind

Of the burning souls

A spark at the apex

Of the empty glass

As the wanting

Passed the gullet

And singed

Psychosomatic

Jason Greendyk

www.jasongreendyk.com

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

Lullaby No. 15 - Consummation

All I want the spheres
To whisper to your spirit
That all is right in the world
That your being will be a bountiful echo
In the vast reiterations of time
And the discourse of your intellect
Will open wide, sweetly called


Jason Greendyk, www.jasongreendyk.com

Lullaby No. 14 - The City Your Soul

The constellations cast a glance

With eyes seeking the primordial

A human connection pre-language

The silence settled for all

The city sighed in the relief of an existence

The backdrop of an image-conscious excitement

Always moving forward

Yet that always fell short

That became a bottomless hole

The walls of the abyss

In real concrete

The only pull the waves of traffic

That grudgingly carried you home

And kept the silence

Of a mind brimming with expression

Cover the slits

With droning motion

Each passing scene

The capitalization of some once artistic dream

Dehumanized and lost again

The authentic let itself go

And the want became sufficient

So long as you believed yourself true

So it was

Despite your economy

And even in threatening the authenticity of your very existence

The city your soul

Was your persona that breathed in your heart

And even as you let it go

As you let yourself

The walls that stood in concrete reality

Vanished in pure concept

All that was left was still the dream you'd always held

And the nostalgia walked fast

Like it was a preconceived idea

That had merely always been waiting

In the hollow thoughts between the stop and go

The farewell had been rehearsed in countless repetitive silences

And so it just rolled off the tongue

Even as a foreign language

Deja vu au courant

Your departure was already seen in the current fashion

Your existence in the city of dreams

Was nothing new under the sun

A long shadow in the evening

For your beautiful son was born here

The walls echoing your soul

Jason Greendyk, www.jasongreendyk.com