Poem by Gil
where we rode our horses
are now golden underneath their feet
watching our shadows down below
gazing at the new horizon.
Smiling real we rode our chariots
back from a distant future
to see the warriors of old
turning into ancient rivers…
Silver skies unfolding up above
revealing layer after layer
long promised garden.
Bursting flowers unembodied
Time has gathered all it’s pockets
yielding into stillness
and our faces, stripped of pain,
spread upon the mountains
blankets to their wake.
Smell of sweet surrender
carried by the storm
of unencumbered winds
returning the wings
to the dreamers.
The sound of chains unraveling
summoning the unleashed minds
to be re-nurtured, rehydrated
to re-drink the divine elixir of immortality
gushing through open brave hearts
of the simple, humble reclaimers,
quickening the drifters to the final chamber
where the first shall be last
and the last shall be first…
There… behind… the beyond is waiting
to restore the celebration of a lifetime
to rewrite history.
Endlessly deep in the silent ocean
where a long held whisper of a single wish
is eternally forgiven
to be utterly received
where all pearls are gathered into diamonds
waxing the invisible skies
stirring the void to a new climax…
Shining real we rode our chariots forth…
from a distant sun
to remember a lost, forgotten, emerald world
awakening from it’s deep, long slumber
watching our puddles of blood
turning into golden lakes
fusing into a beautiful mosaic
an aggregate of pure mirrors
reflecting the enmeshed holographic vastness
of our transparent unveiled faces.
From a distant now
to reinvent our ancient culture
in a world reborn.
To see the shadows of old
transforming into glorious garments.
For the central fountain…
where all rivers come.
And the horses…
running wild and free
Our disappearing flash…