Sparkling Wonderland Silent Fireworks, Sparkling Diamonds, Falling Rain, Gentle orb shimmering down upon supine waves. Burdens quietly relinquished, in velvet darkness! That which yet possesses, purpose and direction; Still escapes me, only to return, again and again! Time and tide, wait for none, in the pouring rain, Upon lost horizons, storm clouds keep rolling in. Swollen drops all sag each heavier than the last; Glistening with the promise, of new life to come, Gravity beckoning all to return home once again. To sleep perchance to dream of days yet to come, Each drop a memory of Brighter Days in the sun; Each memory yet a river that none steps in twice, Returning home, relaying the warmth of our sun! Melting amorphously, under the diaphanous sea; Luxuriating in the warmth of a Far Greater Truth. Persistence of awareness lingering in the moment, Never to be lost forever, simply fading in eternity! Never to be lost forever, dust blowing in the wind. Never to be lost forever at the bottom of our ocean. Never to be lost forever atop our highest mountain. Unaffected by any vagaries of abrupt ocean waves! Unaffected by greater time's less forgiving fortunes; Delightful silence, dances between the falling drops, Hearkening the memory of God on the waters of life. Off in the distance a Beacon Of Hope in all darkness. Never failing to Lend Comfort to all hands lost at sea; Never bored, or dismissive, with those all around him. Never failing, to Stand Strong against our raging fates. Never failing to guide all, through the Worst of Storms; Dazzling beacon yet penetrates their deepest Darkness, Where aroused the sea passionately embraces her lover, Standing firm, as if, carved out of the Rock of Gibraltar! Standing out standing tall, upon our shore's beachhead; Where he eagerly anticipates every tender loving caress! Waiting for the mud to settle within the eye of the storm. Where together they embody their own poetry in motion. Awaiting a shared crescendo of divine heavenly thunder! Finding in each other's arms, safe harbor from any storm; Waiting, firmly rooted to the earth, head up in the clouds. As if in gratitude, for their wondrous emancipated feeling; Along with the change in weather, all eyes turn to heaven! To see if the sun will yet shine, through our darkest clouds. To see if the brilliant light may yet penetrate their darkness. To grace them again, with tender Ineffable pleasure and joy. To grace them yet again with the Gift Of Life and awareness! Their private, Silent Explanation, of the Victory of the Silence, Upon summoning, the upward spiraling, Stairway To Heaven! Feeling all the Love Reigning down upon the earth from above, Silent fireworks, sparkle ceaselessly, going off in every direction. Dancing rain upon a tin roof, conjuring up a romance, just for two, As it is above, so be it below, within a Sparkling Wonderland Of Rain!
This is the latest incarnation of this poem, after roughly 12 years of working on it off and on. Sadly, this website does not include good fonts for displaying the poem, but this is quite possibly the most word perfect and complete version on the planet today. Some have said I am the most spiritual agnostic they've ever met, which I take as a compliment but, for me, God is merely what people call the loving truth, and I can totally understand why they might want to call it God. Taoists like to say its the simple shit that always gets you, and the shape of this poem is so simple it makes it extremely difficult to write, but its just a puzzle, and if you keep at it, it will eventually tell you what it has to say.
