Plea of a Traveler Forever Lost

Plea of a Traveler Forever Lost


Severed from many landscapes over time, I am
Dangling over oblique terrain, a wind-scattered creature
Formed and reformed, redefined by storms and thin edges,
Perimeters sketched by the nervous hands of seasons
In primal hues of frantic brilliance.

The immortal lion of spring devours
The eternal bull of winter but not without
Exquisite drunkenness, resplendent tears
And clamorous, sizzling feasts of song.
I cannot play that music.
I have tried
I have tried
I have chanted alone in ghostly canyons at night
Muttered hymns in the ozone above timberline
But some experiments cannot be recreated,
Some snakes refuse to be charmed.

I have always craved delirium, such a god.

So I beg your equanimity and one more glass of
This incomparable wine.


(c) Eric Walter 2014
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