All’s Well

From the watchtower I hear the resonant bell toll,
"All’s Well" so
Why do I feel so out of tune these days?

How can I sleep when the wind from the trees are soughing your haunting melodies,
And ebbing tide a reflection of the cragged rocks below the surface of your eyes.
How dare I pretend that I’m done and not hurt, that I don’t long for your caress,
You, spirit of winter caverns – come out by the fire! Listen, hear the crows call
"All’s well."

Cast off from this lofty perch and come back to earth.
Bare feet and pine needles, clams beneath skirt of mud,
Feel the land, the real face of time, mine and yours.

In the city I played a game, it became a story told to my companions
Just part of the drama, play along, write a song, drink from the bottle
And say
"All’s Well"

"Farewell!" I cried from my tangled web
Invisible spider’s tethers now falling from eyes, sick with missing you.
When all logic says "Bullshit!" my still heart cringes alone on this precipice.
Ash darkens the lines of my hands, strands of life tied taught as tripwire as I flex and struggle against the cold inside, telling myself,
"All’s Well."

Too many hurts from all sides, and I can’t seem to reclaim my space, crowded in on by the pain of earth, screaming through each of us in our own ways as we rage against the demise, our body’s water spilt careless upon pavement.
Bones poking through skin rent with years lament for truth, light, life.

From the watchtower I hear the resonant bell toll
"All’s Well" so
Why do I feel so out of tune these days?

How can I sleep when dreams are just a pale kaleidoscope of memories and fantasies sliding over me
Each grain reflecting the immensity of the universe, I lie awake and wonder.
Where do we think we’re going anyhow? When all roads lead back to now, home, within.

To the void! hurtling through space, time left by the wayside as we struggle though veils, but to no avail, railing against the loss of personality.
Who are we? Just a lot of self-important bacteria.
And yet I cry, feeling the intensity of the loss of you, now so far from me.
And I long to feel you again, when I’ve found myself, come back to ground, tie my ship up for a spell.

And from the watch tower I hear the resonant bell toll
"Truth!" when I realize it’s my own tune singing

"All’s well."