Am I forever meant to be
by David Lacey
Torn apart by misery
When all around is ecstasy
And my soul, my soul is free.
Fresh from the garden forgotten
Fresh life from a carcass rotten
As maggots feed upon death's shroud
Life begins a new.
I shall follow the eyes of the angel who finds me
For I am lost upon my journey
Wooden ships drift upon the waves of memories retreat
Leaving me here beating my feet and laughing in the faces of those I meet
Who claim that they could never understand
How I live in the shadow of the man I am.
Are we not dressed in the dream of creation
A dream realized by the will to live.
It saddens me at times that I will never know the kiss of desert snow as a memory of my own
Yet it gladdens at times that lost within my mind the secret hard to find is there for all to know.
Dance - chance upon the midnight hour
I turn to dance - Lord Dionysus rise - be in the phoenix in my eyes.