Transfiguration

A coming of love story within a poem....

Fear is a constant friend for me in this old town,

It numbs, yet excites in the men's old tin drums.

Everything else runs away and hides in the imminent 

  twilight.

It keeps us old folk happy, and us young folk safe, even if I'm 

anesthetized in street dances.

The love of your life is in that next building, honey, looking over his footprints for the future.

  And if he's not it, live with it. Keep Him happy, so that you're safe.

  Never stop fearing...

Love was never in the cards for any of us;

why would it happen for me? I wasn't any more than us.

A distant longing quenches a soul with doubts for only so long though

...making the white hum and breed black.

  A lone sound amongst the silence with its soul thirsts for what has been hidden.

  There's no sign of true life without something more, bigger than you and us.

  How can there be, when true loss is unpredictable, our founders said.

  It has already been spoken in a prophecy...

    

   Perhaps, for me it is different, what then?

Do you pity me? 

  them? I do.

But there's something wrong with the little party I didn't plan, yet didn't cancel.

There were people overseas, beside you and me that have died for what   I have been avoiding. Why?

    Perhaps my own parade needs a little rain,

    or a blazing hellfire to make way for the reality?

The transfiguration I've been dreaming for,

has watched me, and cried for me while I watched the town parade,

riding on my dad's shoulders.

But we have been anointed by the bravery and hope I've dreamed about when I saw us walk away.

We need to leave this ghost town,

where beasts of my blood  roam the streets. Where fear

overtook me and mated

with me in an incestuous ceremony.

  A true joining of true , lost ones

  Created in the beginning to love

  lost their way, found home

  with the one and only

Reason, not to fear....a goodbye.