Unlit Songs To Stones Poem by John Scott Traczyk

To leave completely and finally
without a tear
my eyes have now leathered
and will not look back

Without sight
my now unfamiliar keys tell stories to my fingers
they are marked for doors to hidden cabins
where mercy seats line the rooms in circles

Fullness is found here in darkness
time is not empty as had grown

The author of the angels has settled
dining at the head of tables
with the voice of one who speaks embrace

Here harps spell the paths of return
in notes stitched together by nests
that are to be found
tree by tree

jt 4/09