A Night In Honour

Jen, I glimpsed you last night amidst the flashes of light.
I can't tell whether it was me who was alone or you.
I tried to sketch the scene in dirt
but discovered a root not yet removed.
Do you think I've left this place,
can you see me coming back?

I've made so many mistakes in such a short time,
but the one dancing before me could have made them right.
I'm sure you're interesting, but so was
the monster beneath my bed.
Although long dead, I've found
I still dread the threat he held.

There are some lies I've never heard
and there are still more I'll never tell.
With you, I've tried.
Well, once I've floated to your side
and now I'm left transfixed on thoughts.
Do you want me done?

Were you gone that day,
Just as I was?
Did you here your name
or were you stuck in a dream.

I've been too long gone from my past
and there are paths but no way back.
I can smell your hair in the uncertain wind;
can it be benign cancer or a taste of sin.
Will you guide me to your side
or is this just my guise?

I refuse to give up, to submit
to the cats clawing my back.
Won't you help me up from my sleep
and bring me back to love.
I fear I've gone too far,
speaking of light before a star.

A WWII soldier come home from battle.
I'll find you alone, if truth has given us power.
Do you see me now?
Because I've realized
that you've never come back
from the seclusion of sanctuaries.

I hope you grace my apology
and see my reflection.
'You know my name,
look up the number.'

I'm listed on the back of bathroom stalls
and my name on occasion might have
found the personals.
But for you, I'd build a sign
and plant it in your hand
like a great explorer, once found.

Would you still ignore me then,
as if a tree alone, I fell?
Would you give me light
as my clumsy hands quivered?
Would you see me as
the Prince or the Pauper?

My heart has come in with the tide
to rest upon your sandy shore.
So, dear Circe, do not discard me,
do not usher me into your pen.
This isn't why I've come.
Grant me your feast and let it never end.

See me for my deeds
and give me a chance.
I'll spend the sands in glass
in service to our past.





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