Nocturne
There's a Mystery
dreaming itself into us
an archaic intelligence moves through
our minds
dreaming
spiral helix memory visions
it animates the infinite night
Humming insect hymns in the wet yellow
grass
singing primeval
amphibian tongues
the nocturnal
song of the biosphere
stirs the spirits
that
sleep in our skulls
A warm spring Chinook blowing down from
the mountains
out across the enormous prairie
arouses the cottonwoods in the coulees
to dance like phantoms
to a whisper of music
A Mystery looms in the planet's shadow
It moves like a ghost behind night shrouded
clouds
silhouetted
against the sky
by the thin light
of a horned moon
No scripture
has ever captured Its essence
No ritual can
fully express what It means
No science can
explain how It generates
the blue phosphorescent
glow of a dream
Out here beyond the city limits
on the outskirts
of this alien civilization
on the threshold of a new millenium
some kind of unborn spirit is waking
© 2006 Gary Lee