Or shine silver letters that will gleam
In the firmament of the sky of eye
To hold sway over mind, An airy nothing
That will grip the blind night, A large
Breath that will hold a universe
Without friction, Such art requires no diction.
I shiver, I shake, A momentary conniption;
Everything will be alright. The heart knows.
Forgiveness is a tale of love, Convinced of love,
And knowing self or other same, Forgiveness is a
Tale of love, Writ upon the wing of love, Reaching
The breath of truth, I have not traveled far, Going out
Of home to find the door I am, Entry or exit same, The
Place with no face, Space, space, space calls me,
It doesn't know where it is; But I belong, I do not know
The song, Or the words, But I am melody for long,
Long, long have I sought, That which is self taught.
I ring, ring, ring like the moon in the clouds.
Copyright Alf Zollo 2007