I had a Dream
I persecuted him
I cross-examined him
Until the scales of justice shone into my eyes
Then came dawn
I looked and saw his name
Rey, a prince of light
I spared his life
I was a dream
Pursued by him
He bided his time
My green eyes and my green dress stole his sanity
Then we danced
He jumped and took my hand
It was the city lights
He saved my life
Out of that closet
Who knew would come
Walkin’ shoes
Dancin’ shoes
Finest shoes, Country shoes
Shoes proving years of effort
Whilst acquiring
Coverings intended to serve as coats
Business coats
Helping coats
Fancy coats, Tattered coats
Coats that don’t fit anymore
But should
And shall, once we put on our shoes
We’ll learn as we come
Out of that closet
This business of falling
Of being in love
With no fear that they may mock you
When you’ve studied their heart
When you’re certain they’re true
How there’s no mistake waiting ahead
If you’re earnest, as you must be
If you’d give a lifetime
Without wond’ring what be the return
With no promise of happy endings
‘Twas no gamble, you’ll say
Should you learn you were never the one
I watched
You watch
The fleeting snow
Before it took its leave
You put down your go
What did it tell you
What it told me
That bruises aren’t all bad
That time heals
All things
We saw
The three of us
You, me and the sky
The blue-green in our eyes’ skies
Not one can predict us
where am i, this beautiful place earth
and yet still
a citizen of a better home, cleansed
Grieve, good man
There is no shame
Scream if you must, or sing
I’ll hold your space from afar, when you need to step away from this spinning place
I’ll be your friend when time feels like your enemyMourn, my sister
As has been prescribed
Cry, though with clear, bright eyes
I’ll hold your heart, when it feels much too heavy for your wondrous frame to bear
I’ll speak the name of the sorrow the world denies you know
Oh, God, help me to not
Help me to not with the fire from these fingers
With the dreams of my daytimes, help me to not
Dear Lord, would that I be
Would that I be more than wants of my wishes
More than premature prophet, would that I be
I’m patient
And there was endless music before you
I recall it played on and on
But I didn’t listen much
And I could get shit done and not hear
Propagandists whining feigned blues
Questioning my faithfulness to the sport
My heart’s whereabouts, my stamina
Like the notes and rhythm were Satan
And I was a modern-day Job
Let history repeat itself if it must
I’ll pretend I don’t know nothin’
You pretend you’ll set me straight
That somehow I’ll know somethin’
You were bid down under
To be taken down under
And be taken with the down under
Only to emerge
Having seen the tapestry
From below and above, in full
You were chosen to taste fear
To digest metal
That your feet would seek magnetic North
I, the storyteller in training
You, the epic tale
We, one mind, two hemispheres
Why if we scream
Are we questioned
Our sanity
Our faithfulness
Our allegiance with true patriots
What of war cries
Of the war crimes
Our eyes opened
Our sleeves rolled-up
Our feet planted where lies cannot stand
When Good returns
To the Empire
Who’ll be kneeling
Who’ll be weeping
Who’ll be seeing that they have no clothes
