A Tree Skeletal in the Haar

A tree skeletal in the haar
A merle unmoved -
Said to be the spirit of a dead queen

Since I dare not look upon you
I must dream as a pilgrim
Crossing the veil on the road to heaven

As the sun sets a new grief is born
For the traveller must make camp
Just as the last words are enscribed

The beauty of His works
To uncover the mystery of creation
In a single word

— Dalton, Oct 09, 2009

About This Poem

About the Author

Country/Region: The Celestial River

Favorite Poets: Shane MacGowan, Dylan Thomas, Qays ibn Al-Mulawwah, Wallada bint al-Mustakfi, Rumi, Khalil Gibran, Yona Wallach, Arthur Rimbaud, Paul Eluard, Brendan Behan, James Clarence Mangan, William Blake, Tom Waits, Charles Bukowski, Forough Farrokhzad, Thomas Chatterton

Critiques

Kailashana

16 years 8 months ago

Love~A

*Love* ~A

Nordic cloud

16 years 8 months ago

the black bird spirit of a queen

I do, I did enjoy, you took me through a veil, as if the morning mist, dark strange blue mixed with the greens of this world was a barrier to perception, and once through, the black bird spirit of a queen guided me to her camp on the mountainside, as dawn came up and revealed the world, the word, the truth, the light and the Way(Tao). Truly perceptionably beautiful. Ann in the mists of a Norwegian Winter sunrise. I heard a crow, just now its raucous cry set another atmosphere just like yours evoked here.

lyz

16 years 7 months ago

Love it

Title, your words and the whole content, you are a talent dear Dalton. I thought I had you as a buddy but I just realized I did not. Thank you for re grabbing my attention. Beautiful poem and poet. Love to you and yours, Lyz. XX