THE FILLING

ever left, turn right
through light's mangled night
straight ahead, back again
my pain filled longing

within my soul's maze
i wander endlessly dazed
lost and alone
helpless to atone

when will you free me
when can i be
rested and peaceful
freed from disease

when will my eyes dry
finish their crying
when will this longing
cease wanting for dieing

time swirls in a chaos
demanding my loss
tearing the shear fabric
so wonderfully tragic

i grasp with each breath
i scream as a wraith
arms taunt in despair
"please, freedom draw near."

broken, empty i fall
with one last gasp i call
"take me. you've won
no more i'm undone...undone.'

a mere shell i remain
empty of all, even pain
broken shards of the potter's
failed craft, shattered shards

then the filling begins
a dance from within
swirling dervish rising
bright eyes radiant shining

clarity comes waltzing
beauty's voice again singing
hope settles within me
like a gift i stand free

what powerful happenings
that waits for my falling
to kindly bequeath life
again

-theo