The Truth is Stranger Than Lamplight
Timorous is the movement reaching out,
To find the post long-forgotten about,
A sense of dread is read unto the hands,
That stands-out over a decade of plans,
Those that set sail in districts from Heaven,
Absent fear steered tears to healing leaven,
Coming ashore under lanterns aglow,
There my steps linger, longing to let go,
Languish with anguish light selects a path,
Stern upon a cliff resistance bows forth,
Of matter the tesseract lamp calls-to,
Strobing cubist cottages with renew,
Where once were dreams, reassurance now craves,
The embrace of hope over foreboding waves.
Watching sinusoid traces in sand carved,
With chilled hunger the bones jangle warmth-starved,
Legions cross the mind with a battle-cry,
As winter's gust finally passes-by,
Detonating the bridge of childhood light,
Leading to a Pier where the end's in sight,
Stark darkness feeding illumination!
Complementing age's determination!
Withstand the storms, interweave land and sea,
Make a stand, float over current decree,
Those shadow voyages lighten steps onshore;
Vessels blessed sail for belief to restore,
Every corner is a memory shadow-play,
Live once again if only for today.
31 March, 2014