A Midsummer Morning's Dawn

I woke up once in the heart of May,
A golden dawn, on a midsummer’s day,
Gazed in the mirror, a moment astray…
And it suddenly felt like yesterday.
Every memory, and every thought,
Every moment so dearly sought...
The innocent years I’d left behind,
The stolen stories I’d failed to find...

The white and the black; the gold and the gray…
Jesus and Judas-- united in the fray…
The past and the present, the stranger and me…
The cauldron of doubt I seemed to be…
The lonesome child; the goddess and the loon…
The fated walk… the journey to the moon…
The search for love; the horror of a broken heart…
The trust in reason; the rhymes of a strident start…
The bliss of darkness; the pain of light…
The countless shades of an endless night…
The broken symphony-- a reason to sing
The worth of friends, the smiles they bring…
The clouds of steel; the silver lining…
A flight with fact on a fractured wing…
The heart of life… the speckled verity…
The wayward windborne pieces of me…

To distant notes of Lucifer’s song,
The sudden belief in the rightness of wrong…
The end of a dream… a fruitless chase…
The grasp of the folly of a fall from grace…
The toll of Eden across my heart…
That Satan and Christ may never part…
That midsummer morning, the dawn held sway
And blessed in flaw, I saw yesterday.