in formation

 
losing time in the emptiness
I crave lucidity my mind surreal at best
bends and warps reality
left with an impression of the world that is unreal
or at least to most people

how to explain what I see
in my universe the trees talk
the air listnens when you speak
everything hums in vibration
sending out energies, with a signature all its own

the angels utter encouragement
they sometimes have to remind me to eat and sleep
the demons are honorable beings, my Father commands
with tradtitions and a language all their own

fickle dawn, when I first heard
my Father speaking to them
he is very kind with the younglings

he can be fiersome with the elders
they hear him when he approaches
if he is angry they fear

they have a tradition when afraid
one will laugh, a big belly laugh
this begins to spread through the horde until they are all laughing
this is how they face things

perhaps I was demon kin once I laugh in the face of danger
my Father says these are my men
that I am to command them

everyone in formation my Father approaches
are your men ready for inspection?
yes Father please inspect the men

they are ready for the day
they are my guardians
one, two, three, four in cadence rally
we enter the day ready for anything