Rhapsody On A Sunny Spring Morn

III Blindness: Beneath the spring’s first rays, Underneath the cherry tree that saw; The finest hours of mid-life; Eclipsed by this morns thundersThat shook the earth within; The twelve obelisks that surround the barren tree I must shieldRisk derided; As they did the sputtering fool in the House. II Darkness: Underneath that cherry tree that saw; Raindrops fall with deadly payload; Only to sliverDrip down the bodyPeeling away the bloody bark; Whispering in the blood that seeped into the earth; Blood of a thousand conquests; Seeping round and round… …round and round The lines: Rings of bark. As they did the face of the seditious Hindu: The enemy of the sputtering fool in the House. I Wisdom: Underneath the cherry tree that saw; The mourning waters traverse the lines; Dance across the ages; Deride degree of antiquity; To wash away the sin of old age; Restore the naiveté of youth; Restore the vision of springAllowing the eyes to see once more; The bones to feel the pain once dulled. Screaming for the mind to relieve, The eyes that the moon’s incantation’s; Could heal for a time. A Child: It’s head bent forward with the shame of lust;

It’s one eye black with the sin of knowledge; It’s hand absent with the sin of greed. As they did: Death the destroyer of worlds; The seditious Hindu; The enemy of the sputtering fool in the House that moans; I am the friend of death himself; And I shall let himThe destroyer of worlds. 0 Innocence: Under the cherry tree that sees; The sun proclaim boldly; Reclaiming the blood fallen; Wrapping around the branches of the leaves; Kissing the New Bark; More powerful than any spell; Whispered under the clock-struck darkness; Dissipating under the cover of light. You have seen eyes, They peer out of blinds? I have seen eyes that peer in the desert; More innocent than that child on the quay. Away from the blood; Liberated from the key; The key of memory... No final twist of the knife; Oh Life. You have not heard me speak for a long time; My silence holds time still; A precursor to the beginning; A successor to the end: Nullus Propheta