Sights in Stoic Eyes
by: E. A. Bartholomew

Thoughts are fading out like footsteps stamped into the muddy earth
They run the tide of sullen rivers flowing past the sinking sun
Wafts of clouds in unison protect the cool and jaded moon
From being sucked into the darkness pouring in my stoic eyes

Tears of rock are falling through the silky woven summer frock
Slashing time's unbounded fabric, opening my wild mind
Butterfly, keep falling to the dusty summit of the hill
That ripples through my arteries like skipping stones across the seas

Mystery, with trembling breath, admits the clear incessant wings
That beat with caustic buoyancy rage listlessly in lazy death
Caught in treads of sedimentary mammoth gods that wheel themselves
To milling pulps of soporific paths to sundry epitaphs

Singing suns are scorching with unbated swords that thrust themselves
Through reeds and melancholy lyres burning with the fleeting fires
Stigmas, black to blue and white, vociferous in shallow night
Cry on and on, anon