Kiss me
And I pray
Your kiss
...won't birth a scar

Dream of we
And in that dream
Meet me there
...upon that crystal star

She sang, as if she knew me beyond my name
Had my eyes revealed my secrets
Had they betrayed my inner joys and pains
...unable to think, I became confused
Could it be that she assumed
Supposed or presumed

How else could she know these things
Maybe it was the stare we shared
That allowed her to see the depths of my dreams

She sung, as if she knew I would not move
Affected by the lyrics she mused
Uncomfortable in my skin I grew
...unable to think, I became confused
Mystified as she sung my truths
She touched my heart, though scarred and bruised

How else could she know these things
Maybe it was the touch we shared
That allowed her to feel the depths of my dreams

I grew up, a fatherless child
And over time, I tried to hide
The hurt and pain, deep inside
…yet, it was in those times of sorrow, I'd hear a voice say
"Come what may, raise your head and keep your eyes toward the skies"

Then one day, my guardian Angel and I
Found the way
And we climbed the mountain high
…once on the summit
With tears in eyes, he turned to me and said
"Spread your wings my son, it's time for you to fly"

Who is she
To clothe herself
…with light
And wear it, as if it were a garment

Who is she
To make the Angels sing
…with joy
And melody, synthed in perfect harmony

Who is she
To make me believe
…in things
I feel, but cannot see

Who is she
To open up and separate the skies
…to part deep, ancient waters
As if she's the myth alive

* Reprinted from 'Tomorrow Today Poems by Mekael'
© January 1, 2014 Mekael Shane

Arrogantly
We fight over
…pieces of the earth
Ravenously
As if driven by
…blood thirst

We beasts, we stir
We ****, we pillage
…her aquifer
We dishonor creation
When we act like
…we weren't born from her

* Reprinted from 'My Hajj A Collection of Poems by Mekael'
© September 16, 2011 by Mekael Shane

Each night I stalk
In measured steps
...on the widow's walk

Hoping that I'll draw nigh
The apportioned thread
...of the soul I bought

* Reprinted from
'Tomorrow Today Poems by Mekael'
© January 1, 2014 by Mekael Shane

Tribal beats are sounding
Inside my head; echoing and pounding
Demanding that I come home
But which way do I go
How do I leave this waste filled battle zone
I am like you
Traversing through the detritus alone

Tribal beats are sounding
Inside my heart; resonating and pounding
Demanding that I come home
But which way do I go
I'm waiting out in the dark alone
Hoping that the Angels will release me
So that I can find my way home peacefully

* Reprinted from 'The Road to Damascus Poems by Mekael'
© November 3, 2008 by Mekael Shane