And on that splintered horizon,
Lay a bewildering shrine,
To which my thoughts could now metamorphosize.
Hallucinogens seemingly untied me,
Crying through a sadness deep,
The rain-child beckoned me towards her icy core,
Pain broke through to higher existences.
And in the never ending glory of God,
The father figure shone forever more,
The crying ceased at heaven , nirvana.
The enraptured heart lusted no more,
And crime never rhymed,
Drifting off to a cluster of stars,
Saturns rings faded to blackness,
We had yeared through silence all along,
To a star- stained spangled epitaph.
POEM COPYRIGHT PAUL JONATHAN STOKES
ART COPYRIGHT JON HAWARD 2011