Nexus
by Steven Craig
A poet slave you are,
Stating something different, unusual,
Needing the same finite point,
A nexus to chain her future to.
This is something to share with your mind
Caring to move the words
In only one flex of my hand
A vision of that nexus flung upon the wall.
Minds are the point that meet
Roads haste demands
Not for folly shared
In a nexus of the tomorrows.
Brief we stand upon the ground
Feeling the horizon merge
At the point that we thought we meet
The nexus of that blood flows surge.
Slowly the tune is sung
From the roof edge shattered tiles
Briefly hung beside the road
A sign to the Nexus is dead ahead
A poet slave you are,
Stating something different, unusual,
Needing the same finite point,
A nexus to chain her future to.
The trail littered with the broken fragile gifts
A life spent daring almost to do
A gift she had to explode upon the scene
Where the nexus has always been before
This is something to share with your mind
Caring to move the words
In only one flex of my hand
A vision of that nexus flung upon the wall.
No place in her life does it matter more
To have that briefest understanding, node of done
Baring her heart is the pain known for all
At the nexus it is hers and hers alone.
Minds are the point that meet
Roads haste demands
Not for folly shared
In a nexus of the tomorrows.
Brief we stand upon the ground
Feeling the horizon merge
At the point that we thought we meet
The nexus of that blood flows surge.
Slowly the tune is sung
From the roof edge shattered tiles
Briefly hung beside the road
A sign to the Nexus is dead ahead
Now the sun has had its moment
The moon also stood to the side
At evening call, when the dinner bells
At the nexus, we have all come.
Parting the minds forest the thought flies on
Leaving few marks of its passing
Given that it was love that made her so
A nexus of giving, submission, and still something more.
02/26/2010
