For Jan – a prizm

I promised a Fitz fro any who would come to the Abbey,
though I hadn’t planned on four at once –
but will if you insssisst.

papa faucon
………………………………………………………….

SSSEED: ’skwour skafire skeathers’

Translation: “even thee Jan as now”

Open and shut – black and white,
here, there and gone –
feather fire lost in rush,
and soul’s need
for coloring.

Yet was not always so –
before man decided duality must reign,
and everything judged better than –
while the mere act of creation
strikes fire in eternity,
and showers down
to light the way for others.

~ by faucon on December 4, 2006.