Read me, in the elixir of life,
have a slice of duality pie.
Behind lined ivory,
is someone you call you
and I call me.
Read me, in a tear of sadness,
orbs of memories stored
in genetic madness.
Read me, in the dog-eared page
the leaf that quiets my mind
and makes me whole again.
Read me, in my racing thoughts
bipolar existence is more difficult
than not.
Read me, in the grip of melancholy
revisit the wrist scars
of folly.
Read me, in the breastplate of armor
the era of my belief
in chivalry and honor.
Read me, in the time of sepia
tradition fueled
by dreams and dementia.
Read me, in the tip of a candles flame
passions burn bright,
yet I wear no others name.
Read me, at the foot of an altar
murmuring prayers, "...lead my paths..."
or I will falter.
Read me, in an open palm
outstreched, open to you
and calm.
Read me, in the fools smile
the joy will last
only a while.
Read me, in the clear walkway
steps number
all my days.
Read me, in the shattered glass
anger subsides
down to simmer and it will pass.
Read me, in the inkwell bright
the pen has punctured me
felled by might.
Read me, in the moonlight there
lie to me,
tell me you care.