Presence

Ravaging through darkness,

Drowning in a deep ocean,

Fighting fierce waves,

I longed for healing magic potions.

In the acrobatics of survival

With a million words and night skies,

With all my Gods and angels

I searched for a gasp of air.

Grounded under the rubble

Broken crystal castles

I looked to clear the debris

Shattered glass, illusions now gravel.

Through a graveyard of floating heads

These burnt wisps of hope

These memories still in shining color

 I held on tight to all known tropes.

Roaming through the galleries of sounds 

A procession of lost presences

Willing the present to turn to past 

This time, to have truly learnt the lessons.

In a nebulous battlefield of pain

Black rejection, broken trust

I found the last dying breath

To blow away the old dream, now coarse dust.

The yellows finally show up

First strands of the new morning sun.

Now I could sit up, look up

The warm light, presence of the One.

I hear the dawn break, a flute play

A faint melody appears into the frame

Feet unsteady, I attempt to stand

Fight back the omnipresent black bands. 

In the new world, of rebounding souls

I found I was not alone

I found an army of Generals, broken,

All in a search for new moonstones. 

In the ballads of second chances 

In the healing magic of art

Damaged, yet dancing around the scars 

I heard the sound of another beating heart.

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