Holy Light Pt2
An’ so, the saviors’ called –never answered, my breath in the cold
An’ as the autumn leaves pile, amassed- to merely rust, brown an’ gold
An’ from betwixt the veil – screamed ghostly, from air, sea an’ rail
A thousand to die silent, within the grin of winter’s deathly gale
An’ for a very long time, I merely existed
An’ as words, had so soon gone
Burning up -ashes, falling from grace
Breaching, the outer hemisphere of the earth
An’ so I wished, to never return from…
The lonely grave of space
An’ so, as the rain raced down –to bleach clear, through asphalt vein
An’ I saw in every window, a shadow where only neon light should reign
Choking the home, that gripped my parents’ heart –held by some psychic pain
An as my heartstrings fell through –was left, to replace their every vein an’ sinew
Drape, from my shoulder
A hospital gown
An’ paint across floor
With colorful pill
An’ upside-down frown
An so, as my body broke -against every heart an' clock, unwilling to slow its decay
An’ I lay, a bare husk -in the skin of a creature -dirt an’ rot; in hair, tooth an' nail
Barely able breath, heart to stumble -splashing ‘round the dark pooling red
And so, if I had a will, It now lay rotting –beneath the ocean, upon urchin bed
An' so the years passed…
An as my fever finally broke, upon wax wounded mantle -an' time fell eerily still
So soon the other saviors called, to garnish praise for invisible beings taking my ill
An’ so, I wished upon them -all the love their gods had given me
For, my demons dwell not there, but in the golden hope -they never had to spare
An’ so the years withered, an’ matured petals –fell from blooming eye
An’ a thousand faces blew past –racing clouds within the sky
An’ I came to grow strong, an ‘so rose above -those days of winters’ cold reign
An' myself, became a savior, to those most desperate –all alone an' left in pain
An’ so, as a savior I called –came earning, my breath in the cold
An’ as the autumn leaves pile, amassed- to follow through an’ unfold
From betwixt the veil – an’ so step wholly, upon air, sea an’ rail
A single man redeemed, by the grip of winter’s gale
An so, for a very long time, I existed
Copyright © Francois Hillebrand | Year Posted 2019
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