Prisms (2000)

I venture into this world
divine with the intention of knowing
these clouded cataracts of time
that cloud my eyes
divide worlds into thoughts
and ideas
jailed and barred
among prisons of prisms
blocking the road less travelled by man in search of self
when self nature is to nurture
the mundane
not to throw loopholes
among the definition of sane
but are you in?
in between understanding and accepting
the art of knowing
not all of those who know think
those thinking do not always know
the lessons of love and leisure
time spent during holiday seasons
when seasons greetings are said
then done
like the passing of strangers
among the crowded corners
of a thousand cities
the waves of the forgotten
from future spouses
and past life siblings

and yet
she dances with the wind at her back
the flapping of autumn birds who dared to come back
in three seasons told
by my winters of thoughts
spring ideas unknown

to bend the bars of the prisms
casting shadows of light
red and yellow to the dancers
who eclipse the moon
giving birth to the sun
in rays of the oblique
and unseen
forgotten forest floors of the city

and as the skyscrapers send smoke signals
to the sea in their past
I wait patiently
my ear pressed cold to the glass of another day
do I hear the birds returning?
will I see the sidewalks breeding
green grass in cracks of concrete
laid to rest among the remembrance
of forgotten things
I have spent lifetimes on bended knee
praying in moonshines
for glimpses of sunshine
to waken the dead
rebirth of man
conscious and cold
is this who I am?
a scribe born to scribble down the facts of the forgotten
laid to rest among the building plans
six feet beneath
the forgotten forest floor of the city.