Oh To Be!

The winds of time ruffle 
relentlessly
beneath raven's wings,
pushing onward in three-quarter time
accentuated by the incessant ringing 
of distant bells.

Oh, to be horizontal in a vertical world;
connected,
in a parallel universe;
slipping in under the radar
while the world whizzes by;
riding the waves
on a whirlwind rising up
from the depths of the sea.

Time rises up and crashes 
at dreams
with a jumble of unravelled thoughts 
tied to strings
its most prized of possessions, it seems,
while the bells keep on ringing!

Oh, to be hanging on the threads of a breath;
entwined,
in the tails of a kite
flying free on a dizzying spiral ascent,
dodging fragments of time
while the day 
inconspicuously glides into night
on hours uncounted.

Oh to be — just to be! —
where the hours don't sing in vibrato
and the bells cease to ring
and the only things counted
are stars
in nights that never
will end.
 


august 2005
©Janet Reid





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