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Listen to Kintsugi by Richard Charles Stevens (Free Suite)
Evenfall came
As the night became of day
The sun had bid adieu
The moon resumed to take its place
This had been a vacant place
For creatures of the night
Mine appeared a blatant case
Of commonplace affright
.
Tentatively I proceeded
Through a maze of trees misleading
Seething at uneven grounds
Until I found a clearing nearing
Here beneath the tall pines seated
Feelings far less stern succeeded
Every lurking shadow greeted
Bleeding keenly underfoot
Leading me to brook
Where open streams ran wild and brave
And with a single look
I knew a safe place had been gained
Proud as I sat lounging in the most inviting shade
For hereby my enlightenment burned brightly and inflamed
.
Here beneath the tall pines seeded
Lounging in the shade
Proud
Devout
Entitled
I am wild and I am brave
.
Here beneath the tall pines seeded
Lounging in the shade
Proud
Devout
Entitled
I am wild and I am brave
.
The silent gaze of raven bid no change in its proclaim
That with my favour reconciled
The wild was mine to tame
Some might say the corvidae bore omen of grave portent
Thus betray a youth by way of skew through view of cautious gaze
My whitened face invited trace of all embracing smile
In pride of place the raven did the self same thing awhile
.
Open streams were mine to claim
Their risqué tide excited me
Frisking my thighs bitingly
Briskly and obligingly
Decisively with wild and brave
I waded through the shallows
And every shadow I embraced
Wore eyes nowise so narrowed
.
The silent gaze of raven bid the flowing brook persuade
To lead me through the crook
To where the night became of day
Could barely see behind me
For the ties inclined to bind me to the half mast past which made advance unlikely
Most unlike me to remark upon the heart inside my chest
Even less to feel refreshed by its address
Tension and stress
Were no less than hard pressed
Yet still I felt thrilled at appeal to start fresh
Fetching this canvas as yet to be painted
Sketching attest to get better acquainted
Felt wayward and confess
I very nearly didn’t make it
Through the storm forewarned to pour scorn upon breaking
.
Could barely feel my fingers
As midwinter bared me naked
Hindered by the splinters and the nip and chill of frost
Bitter pills had lost their flavour
Frittered will refilled and tailor-made to blossom
Thus revealing saviour to the lost
.
Such changeable behaviour may have been foreseen as failure
Had I not played aviator and leapt bravely from my flesh
Felt wayward and confess
I very nearly didn’t make it
Through remainder of a day hard pressed to change me nonetheless
.
Death’s caress was blessèd
For it tended to my dressing
And a lifetime evanescing
Favoured daylight nonetheless
Felt only right suggesting that it stay the night
Possessing every vein arraigned by shame to fade and die
Maybe I’m a dreamer
And the streams are all at sea
But all I see are eiderdown and edelweiss
My passion refashioned from childlike remembrance
No longer so ashen
For bright be the embers
.
Here beneath the tall pines seeded
Lounging in the shade
Proud
Devout
Entitled
I am wild and I am brave
.
Here beneath the tall pines seeded
Lounging in the shade
Proud
Devout
Entitled
I am wild and I am brave
.
Here beneath the tall pines seeded
Lounging in the shade
Proud
Devout
Entitled
I am wild and I am brave
.
Here beneath the tall pines seeded
Lounging in the shade
Proud
Devout
Entitled
I am wild and I am brave
.
Evenfall came
As the night became of day
The sun had bid adieu
The moon resumed to take its place
This had been a vacant place
For creatures of the night
Now mine appeared a blatant case
Of commonplace delight
.
Open streams were mine to claim
Their risqué tide excited me
Frisking my thighs bitingly
Briskly and obligingly
Decisively with wild and brave
I waded through the shallows
And every shadow I embraced
Wore eyes nowise so narrowed
.
Here beneath the tall pines seeded
Lounging in the shade
Proud
Devout
Entitled
I am wild and I am brave
.
Proud
Devout
Entitled
I am wild and I am brave
.
Richard Charles Stevens
Keeper of The Crimson Quill

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