Midwestern Sunset

08/05/10

From a hazy summer sunset, I felt the hands of angels guide me home,

Free from my outcast existence, I truly believed I belonged.

Wading in warm Michigan waters, hollow voices beckoned me,

Sunlight glimmered against the waves, I drifted further into the sea.

 

Water soon above my head, my feet dangled along the sea floor,

This was not an escape, there was no locked door.

I took a deep breath, cautiously extended my arms,

Into infinity I descended, no longer afraid of the storm.

 

Awake in a blistering fever, sweat drawn from the frozen lake,

My soul pleads for summer, the great season of escape.

I cower in fear of the cold, struggling to avoid retreat.

Eternity I do deplore, but I forever long for the summer’s heat.

 

Beneath the Midwestern sunset, I gracefully accept my fate.

My time is not today, not here and not in this State.

Until the day comes, I will struggle, fall, and overcome.

Like a bell the dawn will ring, brilliant as the Midwestern sun.