Poem to a Song

Oh my body’s spent and tired,
Heat in my face, I feel the fire.
The notes of the song fill my soul with a flood.
Bursting with rapture as I sit in my blood.
Spill the emotions that bring back the tears,
To the liquid reflection that looks back so clear,
To the beautiful pools of everlasting Spring,
And the light lifts you up by your sunlit wing.
With a snap, feel it shatter as the stars descend.
To the bleeding heart spinning with madness, chaos heralds the end.
Spiral down to the everlasting spiral of gloom.
Out of helpless control sink to the beat of the womb.
Collapse to the ground by the last, desperate breath.
Beneath the veil of glazed eyes, the world fades into death.
Deadly calm, now in solace feel how to connect.
The notes bring back the road to resurrect,
The life anew, more beautiful that ever before
Made by the memory of Spring’s light allure,
Again filling your veins with the pressure of fear.
Run from the fear that you hold so near.
The beat pulses, climactic, as you strain to break free
Into the light of the music that, at long last, lets you be.

March, 2005