Mystery's Child

They say the veil was rent
Twain in two - top to bottom
His final cry pierced even to hell
And how thin it is I wonder
That curtain between us
Life & light
Death & darkness
I think such divisions hang of the thinnest cloth
Every day I see angels and demons
Both hopping the line
Sometimes almost exchanging lines
And stealing the other's thunder
Yes, I, too shift
My weight right to left
Like some supposed prize fighter
Past his prime with
One too many shots to the head
But even a has-been can
Sometimes surprise and
Stun you with an upper cut or
Sharp jab awakened
"Those of the Lord are
Ever young, rising as eagles"
Said the Prophet
Old, but fire-eyed still
Some days I see him
On the corner near the house
Old and black
Muttering his wisdom to
Feral cats and strays
The smartest stop and listen
Knowing even crazy is wise
If you know how to hear
In that other world
Behind hidden mirrors and
Bookcases with secret switches
On rainy days and snowy nights
The rain and snow are magic
Each flake and drop a token for that
Eerie train that regular departs to
Every and no where
That clanging bell and lonely whistle is
My siren's call
My aching heart remembers
Always
From whence I came
To where I go
Misty-eyed
Lonesome
Longing for home

dg

7/2/11

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