Address (1989)

Open your mind, release your heart’s passion
Fling wide the riddled doors of your imagining.
Deliver your soul with the rapture of lips;
Welcome that vision of deepest blue disappearing
     in the distant flash of lightning,
Like One, a Lover who discovers
     Love’s disguise.

Ride on, beyond the cold and blurring fog.
Pick-up your heels, rage, and be gentle – not!
True visions are blind!
These lead us to dare
Where only those who hope, have faith – would fare;
Blinded by what I saw
     yet still want more.

Must I awake to the calm
Borderline between
Truth – Imaginings – Mortality’s realm
And forge dreams, far-flung fantasies
Within these portals of Void and Reality
Thus be True as False might serve
For what is worth denying must exist
By the simple principle governing all Things
All that is named, IS
All that is, even of thoughts the least
May cease, but did exist.

I learnt too late and violently awake:
Struggle my denial that we are fruits of fate.
I decide, certain, shall not wait –
To run the course my passions make
From a widening dream awake escape
Hyperion unveilled dismay
Question the markings Time make
That all things are, or existed true
Still are by some imagined frame
Congealed and concealed in another World.
There is nothing firm, so permanent
Or fixed, for all past is alive, safe in me;
It dwells in ethereal urns and lucent orbs
Where consciousness sleeps, minds are free
Reality and fantasy in harmony
Make melt, mould, shape tumescent forms
Infinity of all things, here are born
Nourished by Word, Thought, in active tense
Make verse and rhyme echo common sense
Then release the wealth of Humanity
Which gathers wind, like storm and hail, inexorably
Awakening within, and creating anew Memory
Like trains of leaves blown askew by Nymphs
And Muses to breed a posterity,
Seduced by learning
To gain, Knowledge
of Everything.



1989