Poem 55: The Silver Tree

a crescendo
of cymbaling light
announcing the day
of the journeyman
riding high
across the arena
stepped in opal
clouds following
the cloak of straw
see flames of glass
above the land
that holds

the silver tree

glittering mills
of ardent steel
surrounding the jester
crouching witless
beside the fallow throne
as he rules
the world shadow
flickering bat wing
before the sun
now attendant
above the land
that holds

the silver tree

night time day
in all directions
cracked and clanging
the freedom bell
running wild
falling blind
the scales of growth
see trusting newborn
before the Lord
now seated firm
above the land
that holds

the silver tree

tender fields sing
rivers in sunlight
as mountains clean
breathe valley morning
pastel warm
the promised tapestry
a peaceful weave
of loving rays
to shine the king
now golden robed
in the land
that holds

the silver tree.