love lyric to a golden bird

The courage of that

Ancient man I know

Who shoved his raft

Against the virgin sea

And restless sought his destiny.



A thousand creatures in the deep

Spawned warnings.

None would he hear

Wile the soaring

Sailor's bird flew near.



The alms behind

So cool to some

Stemmed him in

Nor let the bursting heart

Within, without.



Each night he saw

A star he loved go out.

Brave stubborn twinklings

Before the long --- far --- fall

Then darkness ---

Where the light had been.



Each day the seering

Sun would singe his skin.

Orange and yellow devils

Danced on eyelids

Squinted shut with salt.



The bashing of the waves

Turned signposts in the sky

To whirling torments of

The pleasing past

False lighted

By a needled mind

Unwound.



The few that felt their

Rafts heads touch the

Sweetness of the sand

Paid for the many

Spent still ramming

At the sea.



Tomorrow's sunrise tells the

Tale of me

A new horizon

Or this endless sea.



Fly Golden Bird

Now out of sight.

Now here at hand

You company caressing.

Soar with me

And I'll go on

For home,

Too,

Harbors in

The softness of your breasts.



We love as one

The land beyond the sun

And know some find it.


~J.S.Allen

[Found this photo from Bergdorf's blog that took my breath away *again* and found a lovely poem to match. I feel like it describes the plight of our mad genius lost. We still miss you McQueen.]