I stepped beyond a front storm door
Onto cracked steps, that concrete floor
Hand to the wood, no splinters, it would seem
Even in death, I know my dreams.
The sky was night, a moonlit scape
A stellar canvas in a dreamer's gaze
No cars lay near, no storefront's sheen
The world was quiet; I was at peace.
I walked along familiar roads
Beneath the canopies I loved
Uneven ways touched with bare feet
So imperfect, and yet so complete
A hand dipped down to pockets void
Save for a mask, a wondrous toy -
Through its eyes I saw the life I once lead
That I had left now, cold and dead
I felt no chill, face to the wind
No childhood pests to swat away
A gentle breeze that marks its path
It comes and goes for other days.
No rules or laws that bind me here
I'm free to see the world as I please
I think a moment, I'm there the next
Highlights of my life, my last reprieve
No tears run down in acid rivers
I mourn for none, my place is here
Where my life's wishes are finally fulfilled
I have only harmony; I have no fear.
I thought about a place I've gone once
Where my strongest dream would then come true
Where I met an Ohioan that I'd known four years
The second half of OHMI, a creator too
I opened my eyes to the venue of my past
Vacant and chilled like the peace that could last
Til' the mask was put up and I was once more alive
At perhaps the highest moment in my life
I relived the rain and I walked in the lines
I posed for the pictures, left no ticket behind
I felt sweat on my skin and the bass of the stage
I sipped bubble tea nearby when the clock struck too late
I took the mask off just to end that night there
I recalled the next day would be endless despair
But I was free to live what moments I deemed that I loved
I decided, this must be what true peace is made of.
Those who rest in peace find themselves where they belong
Where in their eyes, it's perfect; there is nothing wrong
A place where they are happy, they smile and maybe cry
That place was my dream: it was the afterlife.
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Divided Unity
PoesiaPoems about various topics in my life. A lot of the early ones...may be about the same thing. Indefinite runtime.