Bond Age

With the tension of a city's night

In the laxity of a village's day

I hold with all my strength

The nation which rests on my back

That which I build must not fall

I'm a builder

Here on this shoulder

I have carried that which words

                        Will not name

In the crooks of my thigh lay

The dreams of a town

That which I've nurtured to beam

            Strong lights across its borders

I'm a builder

Born to be....

The Bond

I hold together

That which you think will fall

Pots and academic gowns

Pencils and paints splashed on

The walls of sceptic hearts

Call me a magician

I with the magic of bonding

Even when held in Bond--

Age

I have grown beyond

The times

I climb

I am a paradigm

Which you know

And seek to understand

This hold I am,

 is

Glue. Glued.

It Holds together...

The soul

What's born with no soul?

What's made with no soul?

What exists with no soul?

Even nada has a soul

This is the soul of that which

Defies reason

This is the soul of that which

Conforms to understanding

At that time when you think

The world is watching

And light comes with knowing

The Day

That ties tomorrow with yesterday

When the words of your soul murmurs

Convenience with believe and distrust

Daylight. That's me. The newness

The freshness. The vegetable that defines

            The soup from the stew

Here's one with a story to tell:

The Story:

Yesterday,

I was a molten waste

Wondering if my luck won't take a duck

When the time came for me to make a buck

I became the rejected rock

Upon which the town soul rests

I became a feline, who yesterday

Caught an overfed rat

Today, battles the tiger

In narrow daylight

I became a shiny band

on the wrist

A wonder

An adornment

Filtered into resentment

See!

I am the one who cured the king

of his arthritis

I brought profit to his wrist

I assist him co-exist in this mist

Where healing belongs to the initiated

The initiated

I it is who defines

Sales from sold

On me is the secret

Printed on the steel

Crafted in my beads

Adorned on my sides

Your copper bracelet

 

I am the bond

I do not age

When you call I shall be

Ready

And you shall wear me

I will remove your ache

You will whisper without

Moving your lips

Call me:

My Copper Bracelet

And I will answer

That’s what I am.