Maybe it's your hair thrashing
or the guitar in your hand
or the duck walk you have perfected.
Howling with laughter,
I try to catch my breath
and piece together words unspoken:
I want to see more of what you are doing
                                                           ­              right now

You are young and wild.
Eager and restless.
"Emotionally imbalanced",
sporadic
"unstable"
Yet you have mastered this fine dance, and
will continue to find the footing
because a new beginning will dawn
and tonight is all you have.
Yes, you are far from where you are going.
But you are in the eye of a fine tempest.
Isn't the loss of vision perfection?

how far have you gone, o star of the morning?
shine, gleam, glow honey-dewed and golden,
drip praise from the eaves of holy vaults,
sing holy holy holy,
sing heavenly father;
redeem me, o sky-lord,
o gatekeeper of the earth,
o glorious master of the sun and seas,
weave trances of hysterical laudations,
spin ethereal galaxies from silken souls,
drink, drink, drink,
drink nectar of silver servitude,
die, fall, scream,
land gracefully into redemption,
sleep lonely, wander lonely,
lonely, lonely, lonely in the land of plenty.

technicolour, prismatic, spectrumic prayers;
sing holy, cry holy, sleep holy,
shout shattered and screaming and forcing souls,
cry lucifer,
cry morningstar,
cry light-bringer,
cry god-forged son,
cry fallen steel,
cry darkness and revelations and the end of all things.
scream for the lost,
scream for the lamb,
scream for the only forsaken lamb;
darling child, darling warrior, darling evil.

It is peaceful here
in the meadow
outside your gate,
the zebras gather
& float between the ferns,
hues of jade & malachite.
I hear the lone Nightingale
deep in the bush
a **** does crow
& I am spellbound,
held breathless
by your nakedness,
my vision.