Reservoirs

In the pen,

reservoirs of blood and reason,

sheathed the sword,

woven, covert shroud and hate-paled mask,

Fight the fight

with the ink that flows, risks treason,

drips and drops of love

from reservoirs to task.

Turn the tides

as moonbeams in the ether

on golden pond a liquid glow

from crimson ink,

Reverse the falls,

fill channels, churn the waters,

from reservoirs of pens 

filled to the brink.

Of Blood And Breath And Life

Forbid me not to stay so close,

My breath flows through your being,

Distance, strains my life

And, sanguinity, my reason.

Bloodless letting tests and strengthens

Faculties diminished,

Surveys requirements and gives,

Fortitude unrelinquished.

Too many darkened days and nights

When hope seeks to escape,

The blood of earth and heaven lend

A cloak with which to drape

Upon the head and all around,

Sheltering mad and sane,

Clothe in comfort and in trust,

Let life live again.

Portents point to compass north,

Or other near direction,

Conjoined bonding, blood and breath

Pulmonary venous action.