Did I Wake Up (The Hay Field Epistles) Finale

Did I not peel myself from the soft ground where you lay, did not my eyes turn to a softer glow? Did you not an apostle come, like a dragon, grey eyed “Le Fay”? And did not the summer sun become we one, for breath, under that forage, something there did we not find, and did I wake up?

She created a hundred poems, she hung her treasure a golden song, and I slept with them all. Across the pitch, like winter, a blanket of snow, each breathe, alone, alone, alone, and they go passing by, in the hay-field.  Equate my life, with days relined, under trees with no skyline. I feel your body, thinking out loud, for what’s coming out, giving into my words, taking me into rhyme, these days of my time. My archer, oh my memory, it’s just this ache where I resign. A weariness is upon me, living inside myself so long. Hay-fields, epistles, dreams, intrigues of sky, all by design. My birth beside the archer, the high flying bird, Polaroid in my mind. For there we have lived, for such a long time.  We have fallen, and it brings the same, after all these days, after all these days, and did I wake up?

Summoned, winter breath upon those fields, those scars left crusted by the cold. That place so far inside that the archer has traced at last. A magic that will not refract, the past, like lips pressed, tasting liquid under sky.  The dye is cast, for it brings these things the same, after all of these days, after all these days, and did I wake up?

I have created a thousand situations, lines left consuming the things that bring us to this phase.  It could be I’m older, or maybe just colder, and the craft is disguised, yet here in our restrained sight it realigns. Somewhere, in a hay-field I left this story that has no end. What is a million, those that name the summer stars above, and even they can’t catch these feelings, that bare my soul, the ones that bring this heat filled fall. I will not see this moon the same, you will not wish upon it again, for your bird has fallen, like a Daemon from that place of cold. For we have lived, we have fallen, and it brings the same, after all these days, after all these days, and did I wake up?

Did I not peel myself from the soft ground where you lay, did not my eyes turn to a softer glow? Did you not an apostle come, like a dragon, grey eyed “Le Fay”? And did not the summer sun burn us to become one, for breath, under that forage, somewhere here, after all these days, and did I wake up? – 02.21.2015 – דָּנִיֵּאל

 

High Flying Bird – John/Taupin

Until I Wake Up – Dishwalla

 

 

14 thoughts on “Did I Wake Up (The Hay Field Epistles) Finale

      • I’ve had some like that. They always go down a treat. Maybe something deep inside of us appeals to something deep inside of someone else and we just get it. Amazing brains and soul power. Great combo when they click.

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      • I did. I read the post first then played while reading again. I have to do that. I like to get the feel of the tempo before maybe having to make adjustments while listening. I actually deleted part of my comment. It kinda went. ‘Good tune too. But not a patch on your words’. Then I thought that might sound a bit cheeky. So I deleted. Now I’m telling you. That might be worse! It was good. (but not a patch…..) 😉

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      • It is cool, isn’t it. One blogger I follow writes to music with headphones on all the time. Swears by it. I do it sometimes but it runs out of me a like a stream of consciousness thing which might be ok if I want to analyse myself but doesn’t always help with writing. It has to be a background music for me so it’s there but not disrupting my thought. So many processes that I’ve never given much thought to until WP and people make comparisons and share theirs. As for reading the poem first and then listening to the music, I also don’t have the patience to wait while the music does its thing and I’m dying to see what happens next. If it’s a slow piece then I’m going, hurry up, I want to read. Like it’s stopping me. By the time I’ve satisfied my own curiosity then I can listen and slow down if needs be. Win, win. 🙂

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