AFTER THE STORM. / IN FADING AMBER.

(Improvisation on two songs.)

AFTER THE STORM.~

To be reborn after the storm

when the clouds are breaking.

New light wings of the dawn

eden fields awaking

eden fields awaking.

One breath return of the light

waiting for tomorrow.

Beyond reach of the night

and the waves of sorrow

and the waves of sorrow.

Dressed in white mist on the grass

timeless future vision.

When dark ages will pass

healing all division

healing all division.

Bright star child of the light

silently in waiting.

First birds angels in flight

eden fields awaking

eden fields awaking.~

RBM. 1997.

Dawnwise and rising imperceptibly pale pastel washes brushed gilded and brimming beyond the rim. Gone away the distant thunderous soundwave tsunami and no more bombs in eden long gone and banished forever.

Smoky veils warming softly flushed from beyond the pale blushed paleolithic and dissolving the still dragonish remnants of shade. High feathered flocks of dawnborne winged ones on waves returning in formation.

Dawn like a gentle breath a pale soft spirit face reflecting eyes of aspiration emerging soulful assimilating learning the long ancient journeys through fields of polarity. Deeper than the darkest anthems of experience deepening the depth of wisdom forever.

The antithesis of turgid turbulence and turmoil dewsoaked and redeemed in swathes of freshly washed purely unpolluted Gaelic green barefoot in the grass. Free flowing veils in futurity glimpsed among morning mist cleansing traumas of time spent in samsaric seeming separation from source.

While winged and in waiting the still small silent crystal pinpoint of light emerges from the brink and fall of near void. Rising from the hush the warming gold smiling to arise the birthing chorus. The first primal stirrings of feathered awakenings responding.

Much more immediate than mere metaphor the great central sun the plenitude and pleroma pulsing the planetary body in all pervading spirit essence. Bathing bushy bordered earthly enclosures released forever outside time in kind sublime macro mind burning beyond eons of the long sleep of illusion.

The true mystic fields returning turning the turning Earth into light. It's the song of songs awakening from the moronic mirage into the mystery of being at one within all inclusive of and outside categories and concepts.

May the crystaline ozone dawn breeze wash away remaining ragged remnant relics of rashly delusive and unspeakable atrocity with its guileful rumours of hidden hubris and needless intrigue and be banished into the deep void of the obsolete.~

IN FADING AMBER.

As the day is long and the summer evening fading amber, melting in the west in crimson shades and gold.

As the earth is round its true enchantment long forgotten, and the blackbird song beneath the shady trees.

Till the light returns purple shrouds of night roll over. So the wound will heal the wilderness will bloom.

As the day is long and the summer evening fading amber, melting in the west in crimson shades and gold.~

{ RBM. 2002}

And so flowing industriously in the sublime and turning day and ever after into the farthest reaches of timeless eternity. As the day is long like a song or familiar mellow memory from another age of life.

The long slanting shadows a dazzled glance to flicker and fade like a film in the dreamtime. With the molten solar orb a sinking regal archetypal icon hypnotically emblazoned glinting to glow through stained glass and intricate tracery of black webbed branches.

The image sustains in the last rays of ancient enchantment. Blackbird rustles among crisp leaves in dusky shade under broad and deeply sonorous sleeping trees. From the void the sentinel songthrush parting song.

Slow sailing slumberous sombre shrouded cloudshapes darkening dragonish bringing in the night high above. Realigning harmonizing soothing the past world's wounds from forever with nurture of healing rest. As the day is long and the summer evening fading amber melting in the west in crimson shades and gold.~

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martin rainbowmaker*

Artwork:
   PRE-DAWN FIELDS, martin law, Oct 2014
           Towpath Vision, martin law, April 2013