caetano

The stones of sun shining out of the night,
Like fire igniting my souls flames.
Pass over me, oh bringer of harm and devastation,
I am not in your grip any longer.
I can break free to sing the song of the stones.
I alone will determine my path.
You have no hold on me.
I am and will always be,
Free.
Free,
To sing,
And perchance,
to flourish and,
Dance.
Like poetry in the evening.
Soothe and be sought.
My love is given,
Can not be bought.
You are the plague,
That wizens my soul.
I am the seer.
I am the doer of deeds.
I will speak and spit,
wriggle to and froe.
Like a cactus in winter, you will dry.
I like the smallest of sparrows and mightiest of eagles,
Will choose to fly.
My paths are not set.
My lips are wet,
To speak the truth
And seek the meat of the matter.
I in the end, will know you too well.
Where that pain like death, shall lead me,
The fates will not confess.
I am blind, and can not tell,
whilst I fret and shake,
You seek my palms,
Calming me with a whisper.
That is all it shall take,
The slightest pressure on my
conscious mind,
and peace, so long in coming, with descend.
Inclining my understanding, bending my attention.
I am made whole.



SAE