Quicksilver
Contains
Quantities of Light
Wingspeed
Whips the Air
With Neuron Breath
Fleet flies the wingéd horse
Fine white
Field of fleece, gossamer-spun
Fanning flame of
Fanciful flight ranging
For far-flung horizons.

I am at the dawn,
suffusing indigo with palest pink,
echoing the ocean of light
in the shell –
far-reaching to the outer shores
of universal dimmest stirrings.
My eyes travel far
and see beyond
with sightings of the science of energies
made manifest and known
with meaning
I pass on,
lifting with the rising sun
and accompanying the chariot
across the sky.

I race with wild abandon
upon the white wingéd horse,
racing Hermes with his silver sandals of flight
– pace for pace –
towards the alluring light of the Sun
scintillating on the horizon.
Daedalus is my familiar.
Heart on my sleeve,
in love with the delectable fruits of my creation,
I delight in the sounding
of my voice across the cosmic expanses,
listening to the echo off my peers,
daring the currents to come play
and experience the risk of flying off my edges –
confident that I will be reborn
with the infinity of many lives
and bountiful colors.
I play, therefore I am.
I am the youth whose cheek
Venus’ dawn lights in tender pink,
the promise of freedom,
and the flight of the illuminated mind
for the flock of the whole.

The stuff of legends,
known by many names
whispered in the dark ’round the campfires
of desert and wood by poets and wanderers:
“The Great Defender”
“The Gatekeeper”
“Instrument of the Spark”
“Bulwark of the Realm”
“Agent of Transformation and Liberation”
“Guardian of Good”
“Sentinel of the Crossroads”
“Innkeeper of the Lunar Lodge”
“Stationmaster of the Solar Express”
“Pilgrims’ Prod”.
Not the sum of the weapons seen
or fables woven of war,
but the fast friend
who says what must be said,
does what must be done –
the last one at the gate,
latching closed the past
before heading home.

I was wild in my youth
before the weight of what I was creating set in.
Enjoying the cornucopia of life’s plenty,
sated on succulence,
it came up dry
and I was transported to the desert.
Now I tend the scales
with the weight of wisdom
in the ways of cause and effect.
I dance in waltz with the heart of Jupiter
’round my old beloved ormolu clock
with tender fondness for the innocence
of its shepherds and maidens
ticking the celestial cycles
of the pilgrim’s progress
towards the starry seat of the spirit’s throne.

Gather ’round, ye children –
there is nothing to fear
in the clearing of unknown,
in the loving prick of spear.
Magical worlds await,
and the destiny of the muse,
seek Her Bounteous Gaze where
distant glow does fuse.
Gather in community,
gather in the world,
there in your plurality
your wisdom is unfurled;
there in your wonder found
your wise heart’s way unbound.
Gather thus in joy
and plenty
and in song,
your beauty there lies,
in the midst of cosmic throng.
Gather for the trek
of never-ending skies,
raise your barn communal,
and from there lift up your eyes.
Build your garden there;
welcome all who come;
share in all abundance;
offer it to the Sun.

Fine as glass,
Strong as steel,
Humble as mica,
shining the iridescent seven.
The artisan to the builder,
The hand to the architect,
The steward of the bellows
and the forge,
Keeper of the fire,
Fanner of the flame,
Striking metal on metal,
The magician born.

I feel like the breath of a sigh,
sinking into my center,
the softness of floating
in an ocean of air,
a bed of gaseous cloud –
I am the expanse,
the field enfolding,
the embrace enveloping,
the warm bath radiant,
veiling the intensity of my blue fire
dialed down to dewy mist,
the elasticity of youth,
the flow of elixir,
the weightlessness of a feather
as the atoms discreet
dissolve in the steam of my singularity –
the cumulus of continuity –
a sea with no shore –
a vastness without horizon,
containing worlds upon worlds – 
no beginning, no end
all and naught
wholeness of being
where being falls away.

As the shadow falls,
I am called to your side.
Each dimming planet,
a mark of my presence.
Each fading galaxy,
the stamp of my seal.
Each flickering glow on the horizon,
the promise of my future work.
I pierce the heart of Pegasus
to birth the Life within.
I slay the Dragon of Wisdom
with the touch of my sword
to let in the light of the new dawn.
I still the wild rider
with the shadow of death.
I sup with the Innkeeper of the Lunar Lodge
in the darkest hour of the night.
I dance in the embers of the flame of the hearth.
I burst the shell of the orb of glass
with the ethers of the blue mist.
I am the end and the beginning –
the valiant Knightrider into
shadowed light’s dawn.