White Bone Deep
A Poem; Selection I, Of The Curation
White bone deep
Into the marrow of this soul
The flickering ember of life
Leaped into this fleshy heart
In the summer of its first sun
In this blue orbs ether
Among forest and fern
Under sun and moon
In the days of my green apple
Eye in a place without time
I played in knee-deep creeks
Eating the air around me
Misty mornings and
Soft silver fogs
Tousled my hurried head
With childish delights
As I roamed without purpose
And purposely roamed
Finding my pleasures
In the sky struck forest
At the top of the Mile Hill
And the seacoast cradle below
White bone deep
Into the marrow of this soul
Under the same moon
That kissed my cheeks
The curtains of night parted
Releasing to me through
Citrine-eyed sentinels
Waiting in dawn’s portico
The same sun that lit
The snowy mountains of my youth
Melting mountains
Two-miles high
Exposing green thighed hills
Birthing white watered rivers
Winding and finding
Their way to the wetness
Of the salten sea below
White bone deep
Into the marrow of this soul
As I stand now
And look again
At the torn, well-worn
Pages of my youth
My blood moves within this
Sinew covered cloister
A new wine of crimson deep
That I repeat —
Leaps like flames afire
New life into this tired heart
White bone deep
Into the marrow of this soul,
Before the wintry finger
Of the last snow curls
One Winterset genuflect
Remains unfurled
White bone deep
Into the marrow of this soul
In a dream, a promise given
In this dream called life
The promise fulfilled
White bone deep –
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