Testimony to the Night [a deep poem with many images]
By Dennis Siluk
Testimony to the Night [Part One of Three]
In the quiet of the arctic night— In its deep northern skies, Dim are the lights, in its cold
Evening frost…! Even the stars of the arctic Seem silently frozen!...
Here, here is where you find Peace and the beast within—! Remote, no ears or words
To clutter the mind To entrench the throat; Here, here is where you die…
Here, the sky has eternal eyes Eyes with cosmic tides Tides that never rest: they war
With the Universe— Likened to a dark deep abyss; Endless and never resting…
Here my eyes seek and search In countless hours, ebbing and Sweeping the heavens above
Numbing, changeless— Are the cosmos, the heavens? Here resides a strange peace…
Here, resides a strange peace With an army of stars to defeat Shinning, silently in the dark
The ebbing, eldritch dark; Time has no relevance here, Here, resides a strange, peace…
Cold and oddly numb are my feet, As I look up, upon the many bridges One star bridging the next, as if,
If Kings and Queens were Guarding them—the Hosts— O—Yes! A strange peace…
Ah! Praise, praise be to thee, to thee Flaming, blazing firmaments—(do not) Remind me of the wars I left, please
The foes and the divine immortals The enemies that do not want peace Ah! Praise, praise be to thee, to thee
I hear music, harmony from afar (there) There are storms hidden in a storehouse, For tomorrow—war beyond, beyond
Orion’s dust…perpetual dust; There, there the sun is dim to black. Here, here the sun will rise tomorrow…
Aw! Our sacred books are all on fire; With the hostile holy firmaments…! Nobodies listening—to the tidings
Tiding from heaven—. The night is my peace, my saga But even the firmaments reject this…
I see the flames upon the battle paths Whence I cry: when will this night die? The sun will rise, it always has—
And the mindless will play some more? We’ve put it all into human hands, now My peace, stillness, our hours…
Off in the darkness, somewhere…! I see the stars, they have no tears. A blood-red moon stirs the floor of the
Sea; with fainting
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breath, silent And void of death, they both protest.
I do not want to see the annuals The annuals of warfare anymore, The devils seed, wherein, He stirs
The oceans, cosmos: with His spectral I just want quiet and peace Strange as it is, it is all I seek…
Yes! Oh yes, the midnight sky has eyes Has a barbaric eye, deep barbaric eyes. My night will soon divide, expire:
Thus, soon to recur the inviolate flames The inviolate flames of humankind—; This is my testimony to the night!...
Notes by the author: “…this is a deep, and restless poem with many images; the secret of the poem (to me) is the sun, as it has always rose, so it shall again, tomorrow, and again another tomorrow, and so shall peace not exist, as long as it is in the hands of mankind.” The author has spent time in the Arctic, l996. 7/7/05 #752
Part Two, to this poem is called: “House of the Goblin,” here the theme is more on: being locked in.
Dennis Siluk dennissiluk.tripod.com
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