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Behind Walls of Data

In the Last Green Hours

Crucible of Light

Dogs (A micropoem)

The Angels of Hawksbill Mountain

Beyond the Gates of Orion

Sanctuary Within

The Sacred Opulence of Abundant Joy

Sitting With Stars

Light of the Tempest

Nucleus

Follow the Birdsong

Celestial Rite

One More Moon Beside Me

Legacy of Ash

Born in a Field of Light

Resurrection in Albemarle County

Dialogue With Silence

Moving Past the Dream

Deadly and Merciful Blue

Sky Full of Legends

On the Border of Earth and Being

Who You Really Are

Council of Stars

Scattered As One

Unfinished Bridge To the Infinite

Scenes from Within

Moon of Secrets

Memories of the Kingdom

In the Church of Ordinary Miracles

Finding Religion in Sperryville

Theater of Shadow and Light

Sapphire Birth

Web of Infinity

Voices from a Choir of Stars

Traveler in the Unseen

Into the Silence

A Soft Ascent

Through a Sacred Forest

Innocent Questions

On the Bridge After a Storm

The Sound of Creation

Your Song in the Ivy

Universe Within

New Empire

Another Afterlife

Where the Wind Lives

Another Kind of Prayer

Indigo Fire

Last Inch of Flame

Blue Home

Sacred Crone

What the Deer Understands

Some Water Lilies I Used to Know

Gates of Orion

Requiem for Yesterday

In a Moment of Understanding

April Snow

Symphony in Sable

Justice Denied

Gossip

Graduation Day

Fire from a Distant Life

Frozen Retreat

Welcome Jack

Remembering Spring

A River's Chant

Shadows of December

Please Live

Unholy Love

A Silent Knowing

Morning Candle

A Multitude of One

Love is Now

Follow the Birdsong 2

Archibald

Night of the Broken Glass, Revisited

Someone Else's Paradise

Canvas of Gold (A Tribute to Poetry Sites)

On the Edge of a Dead World

A Very Late Apology

It Is You

When Two Hearts beat as One

THE WOLD LIKE THIS!

His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

 

Gates of Orion





If we could see the night sky
as it truly is,

I mean, really see it,
without the white-washing
electric moons
we think we need down here,

without the chains of desire,

we would weep,
or applaud
like the river
that laps its
trembling dramas.

The night air
would taste different:
a euphoric bitterness,
a caramel sorrow
that doesn't crush us,
but releases us.

Everything ascends
under a true dark sky

till there is
nothing
but the things above:
the captive myths
that creep and stare
and all that galloping
black fury
you could never understand
the depths of.

You wear the dark,
you are the dark,
you float, you dream.
Fantasies twirl
around your head
like chiffon ribbons,

then you enter,
like royalty,
through the gates of Orion,

all pomp and adoration,
past tiarras,
past drops of centuries
frozen in light,
past smoldering,
long-ago spheres
that initiate you
into the Society of Souls

and you believe
in the luminous hunter,
you believe in his
faithful dogs and
his never-ending pursuit
of the icy Taurus,

and you watch
delicate armies
fight soft-spoken wars
in one endless shimmer

and you believe
in some sort of heaven
because it must be heaven or
a master's inner sanctum
or embers from a vast,
prehistoric fire
seeping through the roof
of our very own world
and scattering those
crackling white legends
above, beyond and within you

and making you feel
so important,

like a gold Buddha
surrounded by temple-light,
like the honored guest
of glass kings,
like a free stallion
under a shower
of hypnotic suns.

That is,
if you could see the night sky
as it truly is.


Patricia Joan Jones





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