Solace Invocations

Moonlight on the steps into the darkness.

The heart will not stop quaking in fear.

It is not just the fierce, howling, freezing wind that gives
the soul a push into the ever void.

Always late, lost, and broken and trying so hard. Fingers slipping from the edge
again, or being pulled away one by one like in a cartoon. Endless depths of clouds into another place. Gladly skipping into each now life.

Hands that were helping? Only shaky notions, strange misconceptions, miscalculated invocations.

Disappearing in the corner, asleep on the bus, lost in layers of thought.

Drifted so far into the ocean in a beautiful clear night, he will not make it back. Builds a new home
every where he goes alone from now on.

Colors shine on the walls vibrating coherently, almost consciously.

Seeing how it means triumph through the fear, rising in the cold, standing with the heart -
unafraid.

Walking so carefully, every thought vanishes, cannot seem to start - talking.

So long learning it slow and easy, only every time to come up empty and
still frozen. Still feeling the radiating outward building. Shining like a reflection
of sun in the snow, it disintegrates coalescing.



-Ed Tajchman