Purity Copyright Robert Fullarton 2014

Purity

Copyright Robert Fullarton 2014

In the face of would be angels

The golden heart

Gave its purse and worth

Cashed in to older men

Father figures

Talks of eternal wisdom

In council with great nights

Words exchanged

Poetry read through

Heart and home

A young apprentice

To life

Sought weary older men

For council

To catch dreams

To paint faces

With dappled words

Forests for pleasant memories

Forests to forget

Send me to the forest

Let me forget

All I should forget

Forests for lovers

Forests for believers

In eternal day

Forests for artists

Forests for wanderers

Forests for the unwanted

Entourage of a life

Schools are here to forget

Life has no school

But the crystals of the divine

Are in our eyes

Pouring from tongues

Fountains of love

Dying grains of wheat

Sigh love in death

Dying men

Dive into fire

To rescue the lost life

And gain the new

True love

In the intensity

Of the twelfth week

The incessant tempo

The crescendo

The passion

And the meaning

In between

The loud and lumbering

Beauty

Transports

Everything

Into great tomorrows

New dawns

In the palms of action

Promise

And return

Call to the dove

And he will return

again