Slow Casting Spell

To walk into the sea,
slide under waves that wash the pain,
you flail as it trails out behind you,
this the saddest tale, torturous thoughts,
through another sleepless night and numb.

Summer stars beam down ancient light,
falling swiftly dust returned to earth,
wonder why angels have wings,
when wings are oh so earthly,
not necessary for heaven at all.

Touch then the head to the pillow,
once again dawn will chase the ghosts away,
the stars out of sight that can't leave your mind,
dreary reality where dull thoughts,
are always proved so wrong
invades The Truth once more.

Age has whitened your hair, your mind,
you forget your Region of Hope,
eyes blur the teaching you so hated,
unfocused now forever,
until you sleep with Darwin,
in your now proven death.

You see that man without a mind you think,
his ever leaning on the wall of nothing, every day,
watching life go by and looking
deeply at every soul that passes his house.
He waits for a friend that never comes.
You will pass him every day on your path,
he's leaning, leaning.
See him look down every now and then,
remember to weep for him...for he is you.

...the saddest tale, the cruelest truth,
is the dreamless life, the darkest days,
years like strangers invade you,
made you forget your unique slow casting spell.



[c] N.C. Fortune. September/October 2010.