Today He Stands

The mind is choked with
too many dreams
of the wicked and the past.
His psyche can't keep up.
So much was distilled
that it couldn't stay for long.
Implosive agents hold naught
the catalysts of nature.

The vessel has broken
but the essence,
though spilled,
remains the same.
I think it's time to
flip the switch to engage.

A walk through the hills
in the light of the
morning star.
It serves to calm the mind
and awaken the soul.

Deep breath of clear
hope and crystal
thoughts.
At long last, with the expense
of only idle hands.
He is ready to live again.

A light approaches the horizon;
the alienist has been
gleefully proved wrong.
Daybreak is coming
and it will spread over the world.
Glorious warmth becomes him.

Luster rebounds and the
shadows drift away.
Finally,
a medium has alighted,
and the forbiddances
have subsided.

~*~