Can I stand
Before you
Right here
And sing
A solemn solo
Of one who
Found me
On a dark alley
All alone
Cold
And dying
One
Moonless
Night?
Can I cry
Refreshing
Tears
As I tell
Of the deep
Dark
Wild
Of terrors
Bloodthirsty
Night creatures;
Present
At a gothic dance
Of horror
And I
Helplessly
Tossed
About
Like
A rag doll…
Almost…
Almost…
Dead
Can I lay in joy now
And just breathe?
I cannot
I do not
Recognize me
Truly
This must
Be
New
I smile
At the stranger
In the mirror
And reach out
Wanting to
Touch
The glow
In that smile
Is it
Could it
Be
It is
It sure is
Me?
Can I
Whisper it
Speak it
Scream it
Write endlessly
Of it
Can I….
Can I say it!
It is a
Warm
Golden
Enveloping
Sort of
Feeling
That rose
With the sun
And
Spelt out
A new name
For me
In the scroll
Of the skies
Do you see
The
Jubilation
I see
When I look up?
Do you feel
The peace that
Settles
On my spirit
Like mist?
Do you just know
Deep down
Like I do
That it is well?
From now
Till the end
Of time
Do you hear it?
The sound
Of cherubs’ wings
Flutter?
Oh Can I…
Can I
Tell you
This wondrous tale?
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