Steps and tears

Bring out
steps and tears,
those bridges and streams,
the musical notes
with vibes, fresh and salty.
You have
to be clear,
the choice of young dreams
and voice to denote
a new-age Vivaldi.

Revolts
and  eras,
herbariums of
armorial coats
and Fate’s withered prairie,
express
in lyrics
exclusions of love,
deadendness to roads,
grave silence for burying.

Wind winds,
nest heart-deep
time blizzards and thirst,
cast lead of the words
in a buckshee  chantry .
Stay free
of sky-weep,
be always the first
to give home to Lord
and nerves for the country.

Don’t miss
throbs and fears,
the trembled cheeks’ blues.
In mirrors confine
the last of your seasons.
Bring out
steps and tears,
your purpose and truth,
the crossway of lines
for senses and reasons.

The wee’s 
short story,
a trip to New Past,
in colors your change,
soutane and prolific.
I’m warm
and storing
soul fuel at last
for life’s rifle range
is broad and specific.

Bring out
steps and tears,
those bridges and streams,
the musical notes
with vibes, fresh and salty.
Who would
be your ears,
the plectrum for strings,
and voice to denote
all basses and altos?

August 9, 2011