His awakening would be
Celebrated around the world
Though his eyes never opened again
I find the steel
Within
To go on
Nothing comes to mind
When he sensed its presence
The bitter fell away
Illuminating the darkness
When he couldn’t
All he sensed
Was darkness
But even in the darkness
That pulsing golden vein
Kept him alive
Scars
Pockmarks
Weathering
Textures of
Distress
Hardship
Healing
He didn’t choose his friends
Everyone was welcome
And he played no favourites
But few weathered well in his company
Most faded quickly
In that radiant presence
I loved the bastard
And hated him
Eye look in the mirror
Remind myself to look away
So eye can see the me who is
Rather than the me who is seen
Eye reflect on my deeds, on my actions
Measure them against my ideals, my beliefs
I is a thing
Which cannot see
Beyond the shell
Which houses I
In reflections
I see a dragon breathing fire
But just a building
With a light on
Like the child
Imagination still at play
Should the day come
When I see only what’s there
No monsters, no dragons
Which I playfully must slay
How sad I will be
In a world so plain and grey
Ominous
It hangs there
No rotor wash
No engine sound
A not quite motionless
Hover
A spectacular
Unblinking eye
Staring at me
And I
So vulnerable
A thousand yards
Of waist high grass
From cover
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