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Gold Fever
by Nancy Ames"I hear the voice of a fanatic
where the water falls on rocks;
it's amost brutally ecstatic
and it can't relate to clocks.
There are some stars above the pines,
oscillating back and forth,
then, inexplicably, light shines
like an explosion in the north.
The silence of the shadows
that are bowing to the moon
is penetrating through the windows
like the midnight sun at noon.
I'm very glad you're safe and sleeping
because tonight will never end,
and I'm alone, awake and keeping
an appointment with a friend.
The survivors learn from history,
unless it's not exactly true,
and if the world's a murder mystery,
then this beauty is a clue.
Invisible, approaching, alien machine,
ultra-violet and spinning,
white welcome fire that makes it clean
is the only prize worth winning." 01/19/2008
Author's Note: This character is on a vision-quest. The spiritual life has often been likened to the refining of gold in fire. The sound of running water is very similar to the human voice and if you listen to it you can easily begin to hear voices, just as humans automatically organize random visual stimuli into the form of a face.
Posted on 01/19/2008
Copyright © 2026 Nancy Ames
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 01/24/08 at 03:24 AM "The silence of the shadows
that are bowing to the moon"
fantastic imagery of a quiet spiritual meditation in otherwise lonely hours. |
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