This was the first poem I wrote after over a year break. |
Contrary, yes, the beating of my heart against the fear in my gut Yet I am obliged to move forward despite worry Those subtle whispers just beyond my peripheral vision That angel, that demon, they argue as to what my fate shall be But to them I pay no mind Following the moon to wherever it may lead me I am the boy who denied the world Who clung to magic when told there was no hope I saw the waves of adulthood crashing down I felt the heart-breaking quiver of love defeated But, oh how I laugh now that I’ve found those eyes Those eyes like the earth, green and vast Those eyes are the forest where I wish to walk My prayer now resonates through the earth Though no gods have seemed to hear my cry before I shall still shout it Again, I cling to that old magic, that old hope He is the myth, the muse, the answer That face, that hand, that sweet taste of a new life Tales of the fire that once laid waste to my spirit have flourished Kin and friend weave their flaming rumors But they forget, from ash I did rise Now to his lips I go Bleeding, beaten, bruised it may be, but heart is pulled from this place I run until my knees crack I crawl until my arms can hold weight no more All for that boy whose spark I saw in the dead of night I dreamt of his face, his body, his love I abandon the ash and the scars and the doubts Oh, oh to know his song To know his way Could it be I was never lost at all? Where did those pieces fall? Where did that aching, numbing heartbreak run off too? It could not have been mine? No, for this is the resounding call of a new heart, a young heart One that has known no pain Am I reborn? Yes, yes, I must be For how else could I love as though I’d never loved another? Perhaps those gods heard those prayers Perhaps all has happened as they intended Lay your body by mine, my sweet light of day, and know whose arms now hold you Think not of past regrets Of the failed fingers that could not grasp all that you are Watch it grow, that mad love! What a force, that wild, mighty thing! I have found that which I am to protect He is the song I have sung all my days He is the howling truth that love can redeem the damned He is the celebration He is the moving, beating energy driving my feet to walk And my hands to work |