Slant...

Different,

but the same,

what, 

then, is it 

that has changed;

not the Air,

though it smells sweeter,

not the Moon

or the Stars

or the Sun,

they are still hung

upon the Celestial Tapestry

separating us
from the Gods,

Great and Small,

those forgotten 

in crumbling ruins

on vine-covered jungle walls

where Panther lurks

and Python crawls...

 

Light

my Way,

Light 

the Day,

show me the Way

to a Home

I've never known;

the Time has come

for me to live Alone,

to see if i can bear myself

to see if i can spare myself

a little Time

to gather myself

for the Battles yet to come...

Sept. 9, 2015