Solstice Dreams: to be revealed

 

I am watching myself grow old and I’m beginning

to doubt most of what I’ve been told,

You see, it’s less about filling my own cup

And more about whooping it up as I continue to unfold.

 

And as for the essential me, I can’t reveal my identity

until I’m rejected yet again by a metallic world that can

not see who I was meant to be.

 

There are hands far beyond what the mind understands

that are shaped in a foundry whose width has no boundary,

that carry us to ancient and distant lands.

 

And so the friends and lovers I’ve known reveal the ways

I have grown beyond seeing how they are broken or how

they’ve mis-spoken and instead, remind me that behind

the flesh and bone lies a human soul carved in stone:

 

that cannot be defaced and can never be erased.