Where the Rivers Converge

Meet me where the rivers converge, where the elemental upsurge of thought and reflection begin to inspire the formation of territories newly populated by the wisdom of hands that prayed themselves into warm bundles of anxious grins that called upon the old incantations of lost serpents, mighty but humble and for the most part without guile voiceless….. but keenly aware of the changes in direction and flow, and contemporary with outgrowths of new being not yet reduced by


It would be two years before I would see you drifting there again Arms ravaged and spread apart Knowing and resisting The hymn of the lotus Who coursed our path So many times before– Wailing, suffering, So that redemption may Find and overtake us. Consolation rounds the way And becomes what we aspired to be Back when your trembling hand Took repose in my altar, And the phantasmagoria of Unlicensed touches Dutifully escaped us. Become still, my love, And submerge

Tender mercies…

Tender mercies Flow inconstantly And arrive disjointed On the brinks Of redemption. #scriabin #etudes #piano #classicalpiano #vladimirhorowitz #creativewriting #poetry #Music #poem #classicalmusic #Poet