by Carl Scharwath

Prima Luce

Slender beams of radiance enter
this darkened hall as I kneel,
always lost, always astray,
frozen here,
waiting.

Angelic forms wrought in panes of glass loom as
dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
searing my secret skin.

Tears on a child’s face.

I raise my head, now railing against
this impassive truth.
We have lost our light.

Dream Vision

Totally angry against this dream
We condone dark holes beside the ground
Crazy! The day is gone
So luminous over the land
I converse with arid bones before the wind
The vision is hard
Strangely yellow below the virgin
I see glittering animals against the slime
Tighten up your life! The vision was good
penniless alive
trying to recall
nothing to lose
for how long
the lover
makes her way
not knowing why

Nomad

The moon quivers in the morning ecstasy
Red roses dance with reflective dew drops
Heaven’s knowledge and eternity held
In the rapture of a wanderers anguish

You Are Invited to the End

Hallucinating oracle
Haunted from his cave
Swallows vaporous inspirations
Before the air.
Apostolic virgins
Traipse dead landscapes
Imploring the great
Creator for more time.
Be wary! A human is born
clouded nameless
a long way from home
And incapable of love.

Nature’s Irrational Commitment

Tethered roadside wildflower
Stands up to traverse
The world sustaining
Pollination of oil and fumes.