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  • Writer's pictureAndrew D. Clark

Updated: Oct 14, 2021







Transmission on high,

O northward embrace.

Right hand of blue sky,

Of sacred signal space.

Changing in line,

O subtle remind.

To dwell within the light,

To tread with woden sight,

And know no fear amid the dawn.

Braced before thy advent rise,

Blinking in retreat.

Wholly alone,

O holy unknown,

Sage journals repeat.

O lecture’d kin

Of shattered whim,

How listless was thy night?

O tired eyes of leering mind,

How soon now comes the light?

Well, with thy lodestar coming forth

Thy listless lights the dew

Which weeps aligned

With morning eyes,

For here is love renew’d

All dressed up and ready to go,

Severed level leave behind.

Walk a little ways down the edge of the road

See what the soul might find.

If you could be quite so kind my love

And help me to follow my lead.

Come along now dear

And ease my soul

Show me how to openly be.

Before the zenith light

Here, robed in pastel blue

Rolling green upon the haze

In love I wait for you.

Wept unseen

At the floor I stare for hours.

In the shadow, how I dwell

Numb

Amid this dream.

Laid bleak with the rise

Of wretched candle spheres.

Now dry before the temple step,

Of shattered mind in tears.

Through wholly now unto the rest,

Alone I hear the otherness.

  • Writer's pictureAndrew D. Clark

Updated: Oct 14, 2021



Shadow of the seventh sun

Rise and fall again

As one.

Wholly mind doth fret the hour

Whilst heart remains in song.





Humble signs within the dark

Doth lead me to the light.

And bide thy time availing heart.

For blessed be the night.










Transmit thine ways to endless seas

When ease of seeing grows.

In these days my heart doth see

In changing lines alone.









My love, the fog may rise again

As we near upon the dawn.

Alas, thine light shall cease to dim

Fair season gathering storm.

And even if the road should part

Or words cannot be found.

I lose no faith amid the dark

For our hearts do remain bound.








Whisper’d lines of ailing mind,

Doth hold along to be.

For in these lines lie ways

In time,


To loving company.







Release thy leering, sullen sign

Forgo this listless sight.

Hold along for in due time

Thy dawn will pierce this night.




  • Writer's pictureAndrew D. Clark

Updated: Oct 14, 2021


The glow of a thousand souls now sears through the mist,

No longer shall abide.


All the fear in the verse could not oppose it,

When the many shine again.



Wept with dust in mind,

Hours lost in lonely rooms.

Bring me open skies again.






There, onward, to where I glanced;

Such radiance entered.

Warm of heart amid these washed out ways.

Advanced by frozen Dawn.

Sight of golden thought

Whisper’d to the sage.








Held again in warmth.

Now anger becomes tears.

No shallow effort sought.

No doing done in fear.





Days and days and days

Unturned.

Relinquish’d song,

In silence heard.






The roads are all mired in mud.

Mind wrapped in rage in face of folly.

Wise beyond years,

Washed in listless tears.

Fruitless anger doth pervade,

Hot blood in cold rooms.

I am lonesome beyond the rage.








Yellow robe to my right,

Idle bones by the door.

Lay in wait

Beneath thy summer seat.

Unwashed Cadaver

Lying hewn upon the stone

Interminable waiting.

This day will lead me home.



O gentle stillness

With fondness do I see

An untold light within this dream

Pervading my reality.

O thy embrace

Thy onward coming forth.

All leads hither, my dear

In love and in due course.

Tremble not, dear candle

Your light is bright and vast.

And in this vale, I see at last

Beacon in the black

Gift behind the glass.

O my heart doth surely soar

Amid thy golden ways.

Mired not in mud,

But waters cool.

And eyes of mind lifting,

Lifting

Lifting through the haze.





Cascading gold

O, eyes of north

Thy love doth cease to wane.

And with thy flowers given forth

I receive so too in name.

O to find thyself in weirding times

Boots upon the level breach.

Embark upon the tower hood

And know such wordless rhyme in peace.

Atop the combe

Before the seat

Where I did find my rest.

Hitherto shy of the light

Now held in tenderness.

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