No sight….

No sight

Only now

No sight

And, no how

 

The deafening silence

Of the future

Stands amidst the bird song

Flaunting its mystery

 

The flag of the unknown

Soldiers on the breeze

Unhurried not pregnant

Calling for a kernel

 

In nutshell nuance

Of a golden germ

Borne by the brook of beginnings

At the turnstile of time

 

Weighting heavy

On a song-line story

Sung out and into

The leaden of night

 

Forging the plums and the cherries

 

Pinking them blush

To cheek in the sun

Berrying holly

Blood in the light

 

The question of Watt

Joules in each second

There sparkles a facet

Of diamond’s delight

 

Next is the answer

Shape has it not

 

Cotton its colour

Thread yet to weave

Coughing a coffin

So hard, to believe

 

Hanging like washing

Pegged to this fate

As patient as gypsies

So must I, still wait

 

The deafening silence

Of the future

 

No sight

Only now

No sight

And, no how….