Study old you relative to everything and all.. cold or warm what you give.. a helpless infant calls..
Strutting in your wisdom.. all is well when a change found.. ascend to yourself.. figure what is coming down..
Hour comes singing.. broken.. out of tune.. shattered light split wisdom begging sunstroke from the moon..
Poe calls from his grave.. another story coming home.. dark signals in soft tapping sound a tiny elf or gnome..
Just a little louder now is it some lost truth?.. is the tap now a knock some memory from youth?..
Door buckles with pounding.. hold my calm.. what comes to me?.. my senses brought image.. as it came I came to see..
Where my Red Wolf slumbers all is quiet all is well.. calm his sleep encumbers insanity who screams to tell..
Fated seconds clamber cadence life beats heart to face.. gated privilege.. dream passion.. gold horses race..
Splendor shining.. wicked.. joyous.. in a Chagall frame.. snowflakes each unique.. each love a lifetime with no names..
Audience thunders applause each species.. gentry clown.. courage summoned.. found myself to face it.. turned around..
There I sat in quiet song.. composed as a boy.. ‘I have a story found in love.. a story found in joy’..
Thought.. ‘it is of great relief in any consequence when I linger in truth.. free of the ‘translator’ who must tell me.. as well as any other I wish to share with.. what the pattern of a certain lie.. over a certain truth shall be.. ‘The truth seems to solve all puzzles’.. Peace Tony