A Poem For The Black Heart Procession

May the word and the lover
Be your comforting covers
Tonight.

May all dreams scattered
Make way to shape and form;
Treading through the darkened hours
To make anew a heart since torn.

May every starlight,
Distant, daunting, and sad
Be swept from their towers of weeping
And find your heart glad.

May lips from a priested whisper
Find solace in your sadness,
And may only joyful wonders
Heal your measured madness.

Men are hard
Like rain and stone.
I am hard,
Worn and weathered
Forever distant
Forever unsettled
And never so resolute
As the years may allow.

My heart,
Born from a parent of fire
Is rifled and spurred;
Jutting the skyline
To tear the stars anew.

My soul,
A prayer from a child
Lifted higher than the cosmos
Sings of longings so divided
That even God cannot resolve.

My lips,
Sweet and still,
Reach deeply inside
And liberate
The harborings of my lovers' soul.

My eyes,
scorned, sold and sifted
Remain the mountains
And the seas and the plains
Of my familys' spirit;
A spirit found unchanged.

May all woes and longings,
May all distant death
All forward life,
All loss in pain,
All love in strife
Be lifted hence;

May you preserve your innocence.

C.A. Dominick


Copyright ©2006 Charles Anthony Dominick