the return

too long
you have waited










for adoring eyes
to once again
adorn you
with gifts
implicit
and
immeasurable,
and
unearned.







too long
have lips quivered rapturously






to breathe,
tales
of your splendor,
and
untested grace.





high
below both star and sun.

deep
within a boundless dream.

you wait
alone



with naught



but hunger
as your friend.





and with this bestial gaze
lowered
in prideful obeisance,
I pray to you.


Sweet Muse,
I pray for you.



secure
in this slimmest sliver
of hesitation,
I listen.


a silvery laugh
peals ethereal,
lighting this
winter's night
with mystery,
beauty,
and fear.

Strutter Step

juking & jiving
your damn way through, but
stickin'
to the script like
you were bred to do.



life plays you tight-
this ain't no zone D.
but there are so many ways
for us to get free.


no matter
how
you twist,
turn,
or fade away,
home waits for you,
right now,
right here.


so,
walk your way
and remember
to play YOUR game,
and we promise
to welcome
you home
once again.

Take Me Home Again

albion mist
clouds my heart.
I cannot hear the drums.


the might of my fathers washed
away in the myth of history.
I cannot feel the drums.


empty children, wandering
without soul, eternally seeking,
try to guide me through their hell.


they have never heard
the sound of the drums.


they cannot know
the sound of the drums.


the sound of the drums
that will take me home.


the sound of the drums
that can take us home.