Makers of eternity
thunder and fear, I bring this
offering, my used soul,
in return for a length of life
longer than eternal,
a slash of lightning to break the dark,
sunbeams, a stillness that moves me.
This thin air, this breath,
a momentary escape, here, forsaken
and twisted, rotted like an old storm,
caught in death’s drift, hardened
by an acrid drip of ice.
If I could break myself, these habits,
these scattered moments. If I could cut
like heat through the final ice, melt,
spill, ooze, discharge a living hiss,
some eternal life.
I rush to you this offer,
crash into time, carry wind
in my lungs, waves of blood,
drums in my heart, I rush
and pass faster into this growth
of hollow space, a cold dull gasp,
lips mute, eyes dumb.
Do not sever this hope from me,
do not break me here on earth,
a longer journey, a longer journey,
good fortune, good luck,
a shot in the dark, more hours
on the clock, a longer journey.
Gods of eternity
thunder and fear I bring this
offering, my used soul, broken,
dismantled. This is all I have
and you have so much.
from my sixth book-length manuscript
©dah / dahlusion 2015 all rights reserved
“A Longer Journey” was first published in
‘The Linnet’s Wings’ (Ireland)
Publisher: Marie Fitzpatrick