Backstage Pass

We shall see but a little way if we require to understand what we see. - Thoreau

backstage

behind once-blurry, untraviolet sunglasses of hindsight

at a concert of kings

truth, love, understanding and other such things

whilst the maker of sound tunes his guitar strings

under the lifted curtain of a rising sun

as the dawn of another day grabs its plectrum and begins to strum

night disappearing as quickly as it fell

off in the distance in a lonely heart of seeming betrayal

the percussion of yesterday's thunder still clearing its throat as it steps up to the microphone

cymbals crashing under the chrysalis of unauthorized finality

as the audience of a wandering brook babbles and the backup singers of a bounded sea croon

compelled to shadow apricating solarism and dance with a drawing moon

i hear singing but do not know the words

unable to differentiate right from wrong

hearing music but not knowing the song

as violins weep and angels trumpet the air

faith ever loyal but seemingly unfair

i plead with the far-off heavens in not-so-silent prayer

please

help me to discern

help me to be like samson with long hair

help unequivocal belief in today to care

and the unexpected, wide-eyed solo of tomorrow to dare

Author's Note

"How few things can a man measure with the tape of his understanding ; How many greater things might he be seeing in the meanwhile." - Thoreau