Beam

 

     I am thinking of you,

Your sultry ways and promise,

Your honest approach to many

Of all our beings and your compassion

For Earth’s children

And I’m seeing things

Not recognised in past tense;

Causes, torture and

I wish ten thousand of you

For every entity made evil,

     Ten thousand to take away

Pain from life’s injustice!

     You’re here,

Sparkling yet beaten,

Moulded into a person

Not of life’s freedoms;

A history denied;

Your exposure a gross

Neglect of a very private human –

And though sleeve worn,

I am yet myself butchered

By imprisonment of feelings

Taught not to let show,

But the strength you possess,

Takes my soul carried on more

Than wings of prayers,

 

     Burial plays,

Plays and saves my heart

In understanding pain!

     Pain a thousand searing

Scars will always remember,

     And life just does not

Pass by when time stops;

The frequent death from

Dismissed requests only seeking

Awakenings,

Waking in the light of you-

The cradle of your spirit

For you are more than fantasy,

     You are the fantastical

Of Man’s imagination –

A celebration

That contorted demons

Of submissive play

Dare never challenge!

 

     You,

You can be a million miles away,

You can be here,

You can be now,

You can be the past healed,

You can be the future joy,

You can be the Angels silent prayer,

You can be embodiment of love!

     You are these things and more,

You are my life

You are my son’s guidance

You are whom I share

You are my music when death tones play

     A sombre bell,

You are my wife,

You are all that’s meant to be.

 

     It tics

It tocs and sets precedent for travel,

But every day is timeless

When sat beside your side,

For time makes no sense,

Makes no important representation

Of our lives

For here is a love

That wishes only adoration

From the Heavens;

For the daily battles all endured,

 

     That love is you to I,

I to you,

And this celebration seen

Within the joy of

Our children’s eyes

Goes firm upon belief;

Though not all is granted,

Not all around are fair

We have something more

Than whims that envy tries

Prepare;

     Our honesty

Our integrity in who

We really are,

And though many lie

Dishonest,

Not ‘all’ opinions matter,

As all you say lingers

Like a shining light

That shows a path of grace –

And there be the importance

Of our dreams to each,

My dreams, your dreams!

 

The reality is,

Though the darkest forms

Of free expression

Seem to seek only destruction,

The love that holds no fault

Can only grow untethered,

And for that;

We seek only acceptance

From the Lord that

May we live in peace

And be set free for shackles

Born of once neglected history,

For we are love,

For now,

For future,

For Heaven!

 

Michael J Waite 14^th April 2012.