When last I had an honored moment
     Upshadi seemingly not far behind
     Laughter was at the skyline
     My mind a prism for human keepsake
     The honey pearls of daylight bright
          in my holy yoke eyes
     The delicate fragrance of silence in the air
     and I no longer a neophyte
     on a journey celestial
     clothed in cherished memoirs
     tossing my coined thoughts
          onto wishing lawns


When last I had an honored moment
     a golden apocalypse
     to keep my eyes amazed
          -a free man in the sacred belly of the world


                                                      -Dylan Wahl

                                                       copyright 1996