Thousands Of Coins

Thousands of coins Rotating Under a pair of eyes Detached, alone, in Solitude, sub-conscious. The fighter of the plane He rose at Dawn and To fly over the Island Went to meet the end. Of Saint Mary Feast Day Bells ring today From all sides Fires in display Since yesterday Particles atomic-nuclear from town To town roamed nocturnal After each display Of fireworks. Child father to the church They donned and went Saint Mary's Feast Day Statue, mass, chandeliers, Lamps, lights of light, People's invasion, incense. Ah! the day came and The day passes too Hear each day The dusk is feasting For once But what dusk wreaks not Succeeding night does. I heard bells ringing Right before the dawn Today I was asleep and Dreaming. There's too much consciousness Today. We need the sub-conscious oxygen Today. More, my Monsignor, more. Ivory eyes yet hollow The skeleton rattled Since the dawn's morrow Wished to clothed in flesh Mix with the crowds Dispense for a few Hours From his sorrow At least up to noon in Morrow. Today's the Feast! Saint Mary walks Over the crowds In statues borne. Walk to the bus The feast is ended As all in finity The feast is faded But Awhile let ussuck The grapes of pleasure Awhile we celebrate The switch of day is On. Today. My Monsignor, today. Bones and sorrow Rattling and creaking In ears whispering As yet another morrow! The waters glide The waters glide my friend Inside the churches Censers swing and end Their sway; the music plays And high over the alter Voices high comment. Come! Come! let's Don a mask and wait For dusk to come Awhile the feasting walks: We will be sad and pine. Ours Will the nobler heart Be. Though sad our eyes Near to tears look and Over the waters, pine. Others feast, we pine At dusk. We finish before them They wait the night Till it will begin deep: Our nobility-hungry souls Will with dusk fade Into the plain bosom Waters. The same Will fade for the revelers Of the feasts Ah! there's a lesson Simple, tall: In a finity, there's fading And There's ending. Chant This Incantation of today It had beginning And It had end So to say For Once the Incantation out Inwards into the Soul, The Inner Soul it will Permanent wend. Bring on the lights! Here dark grows not With night but with the Red dusk; come. The waters of the night Will find us, Faded. Bends the inner flower Bends its head With dusk before The night. We have Drawn on this Incantation Bend! The Soul that speaks now Draws to its Conclusion Come, my Monsignor Go we, go we