half a century - dream sweet

Staked claims to immortality, all,
in deed, but scratches in the mud.

I have despaired.

Beyond care raped myself to numbness, cut myself,
to watch me bleed.

Gouged forth each day Promethean, my eyes,
in sight, that will not leave.

Half a century

and yet, I dream.
Dream sweet
come,

pillowed soft beguile
obeisant kneels the mountain dies the day
in proffer edifice carved of belief

night sky reprieve
the colored weight of sin bleeds to transparency
there naked spans the will to fly

filagreed trails worn in harbinger
rains feather light enchase the mind
we rise

as possibilities

all, but scratched into the mud, else
flung free

to grace the Skies
Dream sweet, tonight.