The character of beginnings,
Where a name ends
And an old story is rewritten.
Say goodbye to friends,
And call you by a new name.

Where the smile is brighter
On the side of this freshly painted fence.
You open new doors,
And take skeletons out of your closets and leave them in the sun.

Prince to millions of second chances
And kissing demons on the lips.
Asking your  mistakes to marry you,
And accepting them for what you are.

You'll be okay, tomorrow
And you're alright, today.
But you already knew that,
Didn't you?

I religion in the forest
I worship what I see
the majesty of mountains
the purity of the sea

I am the deity
along with four legged creatures
and night owls
the serpentine slither

I claim no following
for all is known is
my memory

my sight my empathy my love my being
and I sit on a log
and worship this orb

like a true believer
that I am the creation
the superstar the reason
the prejudice

the forbearing

all I see all I hear is inside
so inside must be god
the visions
are but tricks

and I sit on that log and watch
the river flow and the storms grow
and sunrises

and get it
I am the screen
to a movie

and what I make of it
is all

I took my first gulp of air
became alive in time

before this I existed
I was living

going back further
my soul bathed in light

and light held me fast
light loved me deep.