|For passing shadows, Christopher and Serenity
Should I extend my vision across the cirrus sky?
A fossil of Forever caught within a dreamer’s eye.
Might some think it derision, in lieu of such a scene?
(Or just strange alchemy of thought to flounder in-between
A wheel chair and rocking chair); when nowhere else on earth
Can I see clearly all what Time’s given measure is worth.
No, looking down to palms laid bare, I’ll beg a martyr’s pass;
To, by some Piper’s heedless rhymes, take leave for greener grass.
In sudden admiration, perhaps in sudden fear,
As darkness calls in monotone, I wipe a silent tear --
Merely an inclination, I let the vision fade;
Leaving my thoughts to die alone, somewhere amidst the glade.
The pattern never-ending, the punch-line never sprung;
I know my never-never land gave way while I was young.
A forest, ever rending shadows never to be crossed,
By blood, I just don’t understand, how so much there was lost.
As once a child, so to speak, when dreams weren’t priced so cheap;
I held a million wondrous things, all to the shrine of Sleep…
Imagination free to seek, set my sights to the sun;
In graceful flight, on silver wings, let my vanity run.
Speaking my mind for thought was truth; therefore golden, I thought,
I soon came crashing to the ground Reality had wrought...
Where by all principles of youth I clung to deep inside,
She forged the chains that bound me to a prison I called Pride.
I woke to find a startled face the face of my recourse,
For Peace was just a concept bred on the grounds of remorse.
And religion proffers no grace in Misery’s domain,
Where hope for the hopeless is bled and given to disdain.
A face I saw but once before, upon an empty shell.
That lifeless gloss ‘cross eyes I knew had seen their share of hell.
A Vet of the Vietnam war, he’d lost all will to live,
Came back to the Red White and Blue with nothing left to give.
And so I started my own war, ineptitude the charge.
I needed vindication from the enemies at large.
A note that chills me to the core, my flag held to the sky,
With bloodied hands I beat the drum but never once asked, “why?”
Passion become the principle, and pain a way of life,
I gave my soul to Misery; I loved her as a wife.
I thought myself invincible, took comfort in her cold.
‘Twas there I bought my destiny, the rest of me I sold.
How it happened I’m not sure; still, the mirror never lies.
I’m not sure how I came to be the man behind those eyes.
Holding the heart but not the will, it’s only now I see:
The man I was forsook me for a man I’ll never be.
Pearls of wisdom deeply marked in lines upon the head,
I stare at the ceiling awake, each night within my bed.
This graceless journey I’ve embarked upon nearing its end;
I feel with withered hands that shake, and know these wounds won’t mend.
But feed this hollow soul its boon, another heedless rhyme…
‘Bout how in giving all I had, I gave up all, in time.
Come to the chorus way to soon, I still can’t peel the scars,
Or walk to the window unclad, to face the gleaming stars;
If but through vision, bleak and bland, to stir a witless heart
That otherwise might never chance the passion to depart --
To, if by Fate, or polished hand, revere the cirrus sky,
Should morning come to share a dance lost to this dreamer’s eye.