Reciprocal Arrangement

Language is a stream that is almost sure to smack of a mingled soil.  - George Eliot

Redeemed! In weft wove gold of Raveloe –

Hush now…Kind heart –  I see this Golden Rule

Doth comfort thee.  Sternly observant as the love shall go.

Which Love? For Greeks had words

For passions – Fractured them – Cruel

Speech that throws a sense

Yet senseless lies.

I am undone in syllables –

E’en as your story tries

To reassure.  Its reassurance wanes.

A hollow mouth.

An empty glass.

And leaves – well – foretell Nothing.

True! Future rests her footing on the Past.

Seer, stop and tarry – for the night is young –

And we must marry meaning with the urge –

Strange feeling – not unique –

For were it thus we’d have no word for it.

O! Seer - Gaze upon the palm –

And see Eternity –

Reflected in the coin.