Black and white swirl so fast
that only grey remains.
Brazen trumpets blast fanfares of jubilation
while feet march to the steady beat of drums.
A magician performs the first tricks,
and others learn to duplicate the magic.
A union of trust, a union of power,
combating all who stand in the way,
like script unfolding on plain parchment.
The histories are written and victors are made.
Memories blink away in old men's eyes,
like the turning of time to a new dawn.
-4/28/00
The Last Charge
-4/28/00
Awaken
-4/29/00
Silently, a fog recedes to reveal trampled grass.
Impatient horses stamp their feet on the torn soil.
Encircled by walls of wood and iron, sweat and blood,
Heavy cavalrymen ready their mounts for the final charge.
Like a flash of lightning, thunderous horns
Scream challenge in the early morning distance.
With no more than half a golden sphere in the sky,
Armored men seize sword and shield,
Bracing their feet in steel stirrups.
Sweat and worry, hope and wonder:
What did my wife last say to me?
Who will care for my home?
Where is the brave king I�ve come to love?
Surrounded by blaring sirens, the troupe awaits,
All-ready, all eyes darting everywhere.
Like a steady-rolling thunder,
The earth trembles with the grumbling sound
Of approaching horsemen at full gallop.
Drumbeats punctuate the fanfare,
Adding blinking eyes and uncertainty.
The building crescendo draws near,
Charging forward like the gales of a hurricane.
Suddenly a shadow solidifies in the fog. Two. Three.
A bellow from the lieutenant dispels the dreamworld,
And the cavalrymen shout defiance at the top of their lungs,
Hoisting their banners and their hard-fought honor,
Readying themselves to meet the Creator
As they make their final charge.
I turn around and see a light;
I recognize the sunrise.
Sitting alone upon my bed,
Again I close my eyes.
Begging perception to return,
Desperation holds me.
I know that I am really bored,
So why do I do nothing?
Capture the moment, write a song,
Be a hero today.
Or close the windows, lock the door,
And shut all feeling away.
The world is gray; I cannot bear
Another thought about it.
I turn my mind, make it blank;
Don't care enough to see it.
That's just it: another day,
Another waste of my time.
I'll pull the sheet over my head
And retreat into my mind.
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