Revelatory Visions

Copyright © 2009 Ernest Bloom (20090509).

I'm trying to gather my thoughts but they're
scattered like grains of sand blown from the far
Sahara to some distant dreamscape land.
You are a river to me, you flow cool,
inviting and blue. I've got so much dust
in my long hair from so many years spent
searching for you. Nobody admits they
see your shackles, but baby, your thralldom
chafes me too. Each new day you're still startled
by the everyday evil that these coarse,
everyday men around you continue
to do. I'm not surprised by their malice,
but I'm still always appalled. The faint light
of angels guides me as I drive down these
dark, haunted roads. You languish hopelessly
for a happy ending, too fearful to
assert your broken heart I suppose. But
the principles we long lived by just can't
forgive us anymore for denying
our duties and not trying to make life
worth fully living again. Abandon
these actions and inactions you know are
wrong and open your eyes wide and let the
visions unfold before you in wonder,
my friend, for you've long since fallen under
the Siren's venomous spell, and the whole
universe is a flashing, whirling and
turning carousel that's passing us by.
Faith is at the heart of the matter, and
on my love you can rely and depend.
My darling, if we never allow our
reach to exceed our grasp, then we cannot
expect broken hearts to properly mend.