Black Lake Poetry

Angel says that

The wilderness is on fire

And that they are casting

Smooth water coloured stones

To the flames

Cresting

In the trees



I say they are planes Angel

(Water bombers)

And that it is just water

Not stones

Don’t you know?



Angel says

She.. wishes, she, could have decorated my past

That the leaves on the trees

Could be me, and that she

Wishes that, she, was the wind

Back then..



I say

I am still a bit frightened around shadows

You know

And that stillness

I fought

When I knew

The worlds would end



Then I thanked her for faith

And I thanked her for red clay

And I moulded a harp for her

And weaved balsam boughs

To shelter her apparition

From the rains

Then when I thought I cried Inside

She said

That the teardrops were only me

And that she

Was really just the rain

And that

Shelters

Are not really

Good for Angels

And that the rain

Would eventually wash away

All of the clay

And then it would

All come around again

In a different way

G. N. Saville

They are simplicity
Unobtrusively
Uttered so silently
That they barely etch the pages
Of their parchment
So worn at the edges
Weathered and uprooted
And
Distanced from deception


They are truth


Humbleness and strength
And honesty reverberating
Then escaping into
A soft endless echo


They are a freedom

That can be heard

And felt

In ways

That becomes

You…

They are a connection
Of
Pragmatism and Mysticism
A secluded concentration of
Infinity

Endless
Endless

Peace

Cloud

Please come down

With your rain

Lighten this forest

Allow

The ground

A moon.



A light

Of the suns reflection

Or a vision

Of it's shadow on fire}



And



May we all

Believe in our neighbours God

Awhile



Walking

All, ways, away, from it all

To wonder why

We are the same, and to

Wonder why, there is no difference

Under our reflection?

How do you feel
Tonight
Singing
Glory to God

Wrapped in ribbons
From plastic starlight
Watching all that gold
Pour from evergreens

Just now
Some mothers baby…
Can you feel that?
A baby dying

It is a cruel world
And life is just like that
Let us toast that
Then toss the glass

Into the softness
Of a timber wolf’s paw print

The frozen flower
In the still life there
Could not possibly feel that

Like all those frozen tears
That, once, were, masterpieces from God

And
How do you feel
About that

Tonight

How do you feel
About life

She said it would return
That memory you feel

It has walls
It has pictures
And colour
That hurts

It is the saddest wonder I know
And all those memories
Are happening now

So pray for reason
Pray for freedom
And pray for the dreams
That hide that truth

It is not that complicated
It is not that way at all
You can see Angels from there
And watch the highest of waves
Fall


And you will never know
That it was your soul