I have never been happier to do a little cleaning...every little bit helps.
There is no obligation or pressure...so it's easier to act out of love...
I just wish it was this easy to show love to everyone and...I wish this wasn't such an issue of convenience for me.
Friday, February 26, 2010
On the Way to Midway
I saw the clouds part in splendor
showing both heaven and earth
encased with a red hue.
Fireflies danced off the window
as my eyes looked
and searched
for what was never there.
This moment,
this trip,
this very second
was years in the making.
Except I was in the wrong direction,
the wrong place.
Everything I had assimilated
and exported in reason and mind
was because of this.
Was it not?
What is it you are looking for?
Who did you expect?
Are you surprised this tomb is empty?
The slab of rock is broken
but still awaits
what is the next sacrifice.
I play at metaphors
while waxing at sacraments,
not knowing of the things
of which I speak.
I dreamed from my chair
that I could see the sunlight
refracted in your eyes,
that red mixed with blue
making a haze
which startled me to waking.
Of where do silly dreams come?
What is this madness which seizes us?
Drives us?
Compels us to come?
I cannot begin to express what I wish
because I do not even know it.
I sat there typing a letter,
sending words
to a man dead for sixteen years.
Fluttering thoughts to the heavens
and whatever is in the in-between.
I spoke of fear and trembling,
doubt that refines the soul
just as sure as the sacrifice will.
There is pain in offering my hope
and fear
and dream
and whoever is foolish enough to follow after me.
I did not intend to get here
but somehow I did.
Thoughts, metaphors and the like.
Where this ends...I know not.
I just know it is some new beginning
when all I asked for
was just a single resolution.
showing both heaven and earth
encased with a red hue.
Fireflies danced off the window
as my eyes looked
and searched
for what was never there.
This moment,
this trip,
this very second
was years in the making.
Except I was in the wrong direction,
the wrong place.
Everything I had assimilated
and exported in reason and mind
was because of this.
Was it not?
What is it you are looking for?
Who did you expect?
Are you surprised this tomb is empty?
The slab of rock is broken
but still awaits
what is the next sacrifice.
I play at metaphors
while waxing at sacraments,
not knowing of the things
of which I speak.
I dreamed from my chair
that I could see the sunlight
refracted in your eyes,
that red mixed with blue
making a haze
which startled me to waking.
Of where do silly dreams come?
What is this madness which seizes us?
Drives us?
Compels us to come?
I cannot begin to express what I wish
because I do not even know it.
I sat there typing a letter,
sending words
to a man dead for sixteen years.
Fluttering thoughts to the heavens
and whatever is in the in-between.
I spoke of fear and trembling,
doubt that refines the soul
just as sure as the sacrifice will.
There is pain in offering my hope
and fear
and dream
and whoever is foolish enough to follow after me.
I did not intend to get here
but somehow I did.
Thoughts, metaphors and the like.
Where this ends...I know not.
I just know it is some new beginning
when all I asked for
was just a single resolution.
"I've got a ticket to the moon
I'll be leaving here any day soon
Yeah, I've got a ticket to the moon
But I'd rather see the sunrise in your eyes.
Got a ticket to the moon
I'll be rising high above the earth so soon
And the tears I cry might turn into the rain
That gently falls upon your window
You'll never know."
I'll be leaving here any day soon
Yeah, I've got a ticket to the moon
But I'd rather see the sunrise in your eyes.
Got a ticket to the moon
I'll be rising high above the earth so soon
And the tears I cry might turn into the rain
That gently falls upon your window
You'll never know."
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