Sunday, July 27, 2014

SHOD

Your Suns gone down.  It's party time.  Your Spotlights shine through the curtain night.
So now my feet are shod to bring words of Peace.
Laced and prepared.  I go from whence I came.
The trail that's before me; Predecessors surveyed.
The Last, like the First, carries Hope 'tis a tune.
Your Starz sing the Wayz.  I go spin.  I go spell.
Rest for a turn.  Kick the dust from off my feet.
Breathe.  The soul is sore.  This solace war, still I stand my ground.
Night or Day, 'tis the same.  Peace passeth on!
I ain't gonna see-saw no!  I won't be deceived.
Oh my past follows me.  It lurks lurks in disdain.
My ankled chains.  Heavy laden.  Feet throb throb, 'tis mental pain from head to toe!
Still I go!  Where I don't know!  Ambulo!
Ambulo!  Oh!  Whooooo ..... !
Who's that up there?  I'll meet You soon.  Dancing midnightwo, moon de noon.
The Light's heal!  The Day's rest in Peace!
Peace .........