!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>The Nomad’s Vision: Ode to a Skylark Dressed in Black by Aberjhani/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>The Nomad’s Vision: Ode to a Skylark Dressed in Black/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 itemprop=”author” class=”author”>by Aberjhani/h2> div itemprop=”genre” id=”content”> p>I see your wings are madebr /> of many kingdoms,br /> nations, and storiesbr /> oh glowing bird of midnight love,br /> lovely lyricistbr /> of daybreak and nightjoy.br /> My knees were twobr /> bleeding bonesbr /> painting painbr /> upon desert stonebr /> when your shadowbr /> pulled the sunbr /> beneath its tonguebr /> of bold dark miraclesbr /> and a wave of melodiesbr /> scented with ash and rosebr /> covered my headbr /> with visions brightbr /> and wondrous.br /> Air like thornsbr /> shredded my lungsbr /> and showered my bloodbr /> with sugared rain fallingbr /> from the whistling cloudbr /> of your wine-sweet soul./p> p>I was on bendedbr /> broken bleeding kneesbr /> when a Spiritmanbr /> dressed in rainbowsbr /> came towards mebr /> as if dancing, as if crying,br /> as if not-fully-born,br /> he pulled me to my feetbr /> then waved one immense black handbr /> and scattered my senses like dice—br /> there appeared upon the desertbr /> an entire citybr /> of pearl-covered domesbr /> flashing knowledge and celebration—br /> he waved his hand a second timebr /> and a boulevardbr /> jeweled with pyramidsbr /> stood goldenbronzebr /> beneath your floating shadow.br /> In the splendid linesbr /> and circlesbr /> of that gleaming citybr /> I witnessed my soulbr /> flying among facesbr /> from yesterday and tomorrow,br /> one calling himself Joseph,br /> another saying Arabi,br /> one calling herself Shebabr /> and another singing Thou-and-I art-One.br /> And I looked at the Spiritmanbr /> to ask what these things meant,br /> both of his eyesbr /> were filled with your voicebr /> rolling like drumsbr /> through my chest,br /> he spokebr /> through the lifting of his hands,br /> each time they rosebr /> a new city breathed in lightbr /> and an ancient countrybr /> fell to its grave,br /> I heard no shamebr /> in his songbr /> as he removed his robebr /> and covered my ignorance,br /> his fingers tracedbr /> “you are loved”br /> upon my lipsbr /> and I walk nowbr /> as I saw him walkbr /> partly stumbling/dancing /p> p>Lord so drunkbr /> beneath the black firebr /> of your wings chanting and rising,br /> my brain staring at the sunbr /> living like a kingbr /> inside the beatbr /> of your sweet majestic flight./p> br> /body> /html>
