Returning to the Palace In a Grand Parade of Light
I crawled deep inside myself
sand crabbing my way to a deep security
there were no stars to gaze
no sun to shimmer my soul
I waited on the moon to glow
in the vacuum of my own protection.
My music paradised my evenings
in a plethora of promises
a symphonic gift of moonlit midnight
as the madness melded me to motionless.
In the stark and siphoned sin of self defeat
where the prince becomes powerless
where the pain is a puncture of penance
until the palette paints a picture
of grays leading to black.
I learned of loss and love
enough to hydrant myself
into a new world of first light
where the angels dance fearless
in naked skies as the sea sings
an ancient song of resolute rebirth
II.
A child skips the cracks in sidewalk dreams
the world is a land of monkey bars to sea-saws
a techno color kaleidoscope of colors still unnamed
he is still untamed, whistling Dixie in the rain
I see him as the fog lifts to a rise above a lazy pond
stone skips across glass water as small ripples
grow to large circles before they dissipate in deliverance
of something sweet, close to divine
before the raging storm demanded boy to man
in a moments time his world forever changed
as Mother screamed in sadness
life became something more than a child's game
as fear owned the face of my first disgrace.
III.
These are the better days
after great wars
of self vs self leading to selfless
a thousand empty dawns
vague and valueless searches
for eyes across dark rooms
where players paled in comparison
to the stark truth of bad choices
then the never ending craving
for something greater than
a head nod before a hip check
that head dressed pain
for all the world to see
though it hardly mattered
once I held both heart and soul
above a fruitless ego
in the soft palm of my hand.
I canonized the boy
when the chameleon disappeared
forgave that young man
who portrayed himself as I
then slowly turned towards that great light
something grand in gold, in God
whatever you may label him
however you may draw him into a day
there's a gifting place he saves for humble
as his sun it rose again
followed by the scented rain
who's voice is but a tap of love's rebirth.
There:
Find me in her arms
together we gift to live
after the death of poison days
now free falling below angels
in a world where love's truth
is all we'll ever need.
Gulls caw above rolling waves
reminding me the sweetest taste of all
is my lips joined with hers in faith and love
followed by a soft sigh which leads to midnight
where our dreams dance above our heads
guiding us towards the light
as all our fears subside.
We are hushed in the surrender
much larger than ourselves
forever meant for those who
dive fearless in to volcanoes
in search of something
only lovers looking for forever
can define.
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