Spires That Touch The Sky: Poem

SPIRES THAT TOUCH THE SKY

Spires that touch the sky; the city and I.

Cities that dream near water's shore.
Watching people as they run for more.

The utter solitude of a single mind
As it struggles to grasp and rewind
To make sense of reason and season.
Ah! but in the stone of the spires
Lie more than codes and electric wires.

Once I thought I could see
Glimmers of a kind of insanity.
Meaning and seeming transformed by dreaming.
The spires replied to me:
But that is another kind of identity.

Copyright: Rani Turton

THERE IS THE SKY, THERE IS THE RIVER

THERE IS THE SKY,  THERE IS THE RIVER

There is the sky, there is the river

The taker, and the giver

There is the sand, there are the stones
All that constitutes our bones

There are the stars and the trees
The soul has eyes that sees

The body thus thinks and acts
But then, whose is this mind that reacts?

Copyright: Rani Turton