Restless Rush

They dismantled the noise as not to be heard by the edges sharpened, restless rush.
The age was dark.

The meadow, it was dark and steady.
The answers fell off.

Fell off the restless boundary.
Light lanterned down, nudging the soul loose.
Shells, pulled.
Not everything was voiced.
Voice wasn't easy, but we were listening.

The hard air found its place while we tried to keep it here in the dew of our morning's waking.
Blood flowed quietly.
Flowers from the garden wall ascended as the light fixed upon the ground unearthed and in focus.
Sometimes it takes two to witness.
Sometimes we need to burn alone.
Finger-hulls, piano rains.
We are left wet despite of the sun.

© -Sonja J. Johnston 26-May-2013

Pearls and Silver II

I watched the moon drop
And fell out of bed.
Got up, ran outside
and was chased instead by
Several lights beaming in abstract motion.

There I was
running nude without abandon
through the shadows
finding refuge back behind a locked door.

Pervading knocks emitting shallow sounds
Abating and resolute movements
Through the backside of the house.


And so it goes
My dream’s broken open
and has found a way
To make another print
As pearls
Fall upon silver.

You showed up like a wolf,
Like a gypsy
and I greeted you starkly.

My heart still in my head.


We walked to a room
Full of pretties and
Boas in which to cover
and all kinds of glitters to dress.
I zipped up my side.

You inclined upon the mistress
and to the kitchen you followed
She showed you the way to her money jar.

And so it goes
My dream’s broken open
Time found a way
To make another print.

Pearls upon a silver stage
Lights flicker from the balcony.

Caught up in this Gatsby house
Hunting through rooms
in search of my words
for the Castilian reading.

Our performance
Upon this silver stage

Pearls drop down
Like giant moons
collapsing
Upon the floor.

Pioneering and vagabonding our way
Circling like crows
Watching spots of sun
As they moved about
Under the canopied branches.


And so it goes
We have found the way
To make another print
An impression taking form
upon the canvas.
We have broken open.

© Sonja J. Johnston 01 May 2013