the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Saturday, March 27, 2010

The Resurrection

I stand on this holy hill once more,
One last time before mine is up again
Explaining to an angel why this light has to bend:
It cannot break.
It takes to the winds and into the sky,
My own wings dampened, so I could not fly
But I could lie here with a lighter soul,
Tracing the mountain faces
And embracing a goal achieved.
These eyes have been opened
And they drank in a sea of sequins,
A dream sequence complete,
An intervention divine.
I'll learn backwards in time,
Walk forwards in step,
And dream now of what's mine.

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