Voices on the Wind Voices on Waiting
Vincent in the Asylum by James F. Gaines Saint-Rémy awaits the dawn of creation Cloistered amid wild rosemary and woad Abstract highways mirror sleep Unseen dogs bark warnings to the soul His heart goes down a flight of dusty stairs Each one no more than a step From the end that began it all Dear friend, instead of windblown cypresses on canvas Send me an echo of limbs that taught my mind to dance And I will offer you cold meats of emptiness This night we share across ages Is really not more than an audition For nights unlimited I come with no vow of silence I come with no documents prepared Yesterday hesitates before these unopened doors I am ready for your teachings on perpetuity To drive out each storm with its likeness Fire with fire, heat with heat Yearning with yearning Then drive out death with life