R.I.P

David Lanier
Lazy rings of smoke float ever down,
in filtered evening beams of tired light.
Ten thousand miles of anxious wandering.
Tell my tales to all i meet, so i know myself.
Throbbing midnights and lover's dreams.
Fears only i know alone in the dark.
Lost in space, not to memory, never to life.
The more i think about it,
the more unclear it becomes.
So away i go, flying higher,
faster i fly, Alive.
Catching glimpses, breaths of strange air.
Growing, glowing, freedom of life.
All hail the American night,
parent of madness, mother of us all.
Dreams so old, so strange,
now i think i know, so i must you see.
Knowing is believing, knowing is wondering.
Seeking, drinking, soaking up the
whole damn thing.

My Blog~Mystical Poetry, Prose, and Political Viewpoints

Published by David Lanier

Born and raised in Salt Lake City, Utah. Grew up working in the family business. Worked at the Grand Canyon in'93, and fell in love with the power of nature. Spent some time in the Army. Married for a few ye...  View profile

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  • C. Enyo4/16/2010

    Beautiful. A woven tapestry of emotion and thought. Really enjoyed it!

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