Looking to the surface above
He panicked as he tried to reach
Unable to breathe,
Nor touch with his feet
Caught in a vortex
Swirling between
He flailed
He calmed
He fell asleep
She pulled him above
As he made his peace
And she reminded the boy
He was never out of reach
The aroma grew more fragrant
Throughout the bushes and the trees
The sounds of new sun beaming
Flowered bellies fill with ease
On winds of youthful ignorance
Excited by the sight
Of the feeding bumble bees
Who dine in nature's light
Basking in the sunshine
Along the grassy rows
With feral kittens nursing
A feline mother glows
An industrial dose of irony
From the giver of new life
Unaware of her surroundings
And the source of the warm light
Deep within the power park
There is an open field
Colliding worlds of energy
Which man and nature yield
With frosting on my fingers, I
Pulled back quickly from the pie
To steal a taste of the filling
That it concealed inside
Unseen, I thought, by my mother's eyes
Until I suddenly realized
I had nowhere to hide
So I stood in the kitchen still and shy
And when I was caught, she didn't ask why
Because I quickly ran outside
Postponing their engagement
He sadly held his bride
Trying to save this moment
She passed inside his eyes
He kissed her in the morning
and promised a swift return
As the cadre came to take him
Dress him in uniform
A harmless boy snatched away
Thrust into a nightmare world
Marching with his brothers daily
They arrived at destiny's thorn
He shivered in the trench
Through rain and bullets, smoke and fog
With rats to share his bench
Fighting over scraps with dogs
He prayed once more to end the war
As bullets screamed, explosions in the night
Yet no answer bore as bullets tore
His limbs from all sides
He fought even harder to remain
In his earthly toil
Until he bled his final drop of freedom
Upon the foreign soil
He kissed her in the evening
Though she never saw his face
He returned to her as promised
And yet she sits and waits
Entering the room
Where the great statue looms
Standing on marble feet
On fearful knees
His steps are free
To pass between the pillars' fiery heat
An altar to his left
Banners to his right
His hiding place undisguised
His watchful, glowing, searing eyes
Silently the unseen uncloak
Cut away pieces of his rope
A seed planted near the river's bottom
A young giant when the sun found Autumn
In a moonlit pumpkin field
Where melons also grow
Dance the sheep of magi
In wooly brilliant glow
In the farmer’s tool shed
Filled with hammers and with guns
They seem almost toy-like
Making work so much fun
On the family table
Where dinner is being served
Roast lamb and melon balls
Pumpkin pie for dessert
Wine and time
cross the line
fading furiously
Toss and turn
smolder, burn
sulking bashfully
They come in and out of range
Patterns oft emerge
Breed and hiss
Gusts and twists
Forces that will never cease
Eyes are blurred
Speech is slurred
Temper is the enemy
It gives him something new to taste
As though it were strapped to his face
His glory upon their guts
Their stories carved to a bust
Just another taste of blood
A thirsty sip from his mug
Little choice of theirs to choose
Die alone or as a group
Some storms never wane
Only the patterns change
He saw a false rainbow
Through the snow
As he struggled to the surface
Trapped below
The cold solitude
The icy confinement
Beneath the Winter river's alignment
Gasping in a place
with no air
As the currents carry him home
To a Naiad's lair
When they came to raise the shadows
All the lesser creatures squeaked
The doctors, the nurses, and the surgeons’ harrow
As the underbelly opened and leaked
The sickest passed as millions gasped
The sickness lasts as culprits sneak
To claim a throne that does not exist
Such power is an ugly, divine mistress
Of fame, a crown, and the tax collector’s list
Dusting off her host
Feathering his frozen face
Tears turn to ice, evaporate
Emotions feign desire
Disguise her lust and hate
In his solitary confinement
With a polite refinement
His motionless silence welcomes her advance
A spiral romance
Above the hidden stairs
In the secret attic
Rests the heir
Until the end of eternity
As he sips from her cup
Filled with a very black tea
Quietly, he wandered
to the edge of the street
Silently, he wondered
where the opposing ends meet
Suspiciously, they gathered
around the source of heat
No longer did he shiver
Nor did he want to keep
The crowd around him gathered
Encroaching upon his reep
A subtle diversion successful
without a mental leap
Puzzling the ignorant fascists
with expert elusivity
Sharpening his claws
Sharpening his teeth
Quietly, he wandered
away from the street
Silently, they pondered
if he ever sleeps
