Promise

So much hides within a promise
a river's worth of silt and such
I should step out from yesterday's shadow
retract my exuberance
and pay my debt
without my conscience interfering

In the blue mist of rain light
watching the counterpane drip on the line
remnants of missing themes gather in my head
I think about thought
a reach to create a philosophy
and separate myself from the man god

Stone circles, thunder, the sun, draw me to magic
wrap me in the elegant coil of mystery
devoid of the neurotic need for an answer
I fall within the crease of coincidence
the mystery of the promise deepens
and in the end becomes a measure
for which there is no number