The Writings of Paul Levy

A collection of Poems


Esoteric

Birthday

Words they will not serve to heal the fears
Impossible to understand this dark
Forbidding field of memory-laden tears
A wish to find a spirit-golden spark

The wheel will turn and turn again it will
And wrong to right will find its way to you
And into the void a light begins to fill
Like summer sun on icy morning dew

The shadow cast it calls you to the fight
To face the foe with crazy diamond glare
To stand before the ghost beside a knight
Who meets the foe with equal angry stare

The future is a place that can be touched
The past the dark's domain but it is past
Its time to slay the dragon, oh that such
As you can have a joy that's born to last

That joy it comes to meet us from a place
Called Future into Present it doth sound
A day to heal for all in you is grace
For you did plant your life in fertile ground

The void it is a place, so dark secure
But joy and fun and laughter is your right
So take this plea a birthday gift, be sure
A greeting call to find your golden light.

After Death

In this place there are only tones.
No bodily function yet movement
From thought that flexes
Non-existent muscles.
There are no nouns, only verb
Upon verb, Like fields and valleys,
The language spoken by
The dead, who have cast off all nouns
Is a landscape uttered here.
There are harmonics and rising pitch
That discords as pain, and accords
As love.
In this place there is only tone.
There is communion in notes with a
Melody of Meaning and it is possible
To touch another with the intention
Of a healing song.
Into this place, I unfold my wings of sound-borne light.