Bridal Veil Falls- Revisited
Lost within an alpine forest
hours spent outside of sound.
Dawn breaks the night worm’s seeking
Life propelling ceaseless rounds.
Orbits swirl through swans’ long nests
their ivory planets clothed in down.
Tens of talents left ungathered
pearl yolks- the taste of gold.
Revelations ripe abandoned
and fucking undersold.
Was this all a fruitless offering?
Letters plucked a century too old?
Nets sliced opened to free a people
who recoil from every verb & noun.
Worms are born already banded
Why then, was my neck so also bound?
What becomes of unwed wearers
Of Hope broken from her shells?
Plumbed the farthest depths,
and I have braved the highest sails.
Who then weaves for free-born spirits,
Brides who never don their veils?
50,000 miles traveled
There is no where left around
30,000 dollars earned
All was spent to every pound.
20,000 worldwide-people met.
No one is bothered to be found.
I saw one red rose reaching through the snow.
Life always finds a way to rise above,