LOST BOY'S POEM

Foster child
lost among eternal moments, second by second
you search
in vain for a birth twin,
wait in vain
for a mortal savior,
and long in vain
for your past:
a past that was only dream, part real, part not yet both.
You seek in vain
your best friend
who vanished long ago
when the galactic levee broke.


It’s written across your face
for all the knowing to see
that
you were born of silence
beneath a pale December sun:
there was no welcome
and
your first breath was alone.
  
Lay down
lost boy
by time’s vast mirror
where rusting
metal men
in crumbling silence lie,
and await comforting velvet curtains
of gathering night
and the stars
as they come closer,
closer:
soon
you’ll feel them on your face
and see them
right at the back of your eyes.

Remember now lost boy
a kingdom called Forward:
I saw you there
when once having amid darkness slipped,
fell back in the future  
to Forward
and glimpsed an angel
standing by your side.
You had a fine camera
from the lost and found:
misty-eyed people
floated
out of that camera,
and reflected hands
like shadows
you could pass
right through,
received them
as they came forth
from gleaming, satin lens.

Men of metal stand at the horizon where
the light is so bright
with averted gaze yet have noticed
fading roses and molecules of metal slipping apart
as the years pass away.
They notice you
and see
your now raven hair and forest-green eyes
then think
you may be their only son
but so much rust has eaten like a cancer,
their memories
and eyes have turned
a blue-marble white.

Look long
into the mirror.
reflecting you laying
along a timeline
as the stars grow brighter
and the sky draws closer and closer.
Sense footfalls so soft
approaching
in freshly fallen snow:
some one is coming for you.

Hear
the endless river,
its waters flowing on
into eternity:
listen
as angels sing,
soon
they’ll welcome you
arms open wide
by the endless river,
to a time
called Forward
and whisper
in your ear
“Don’t look back.”

All across the universe
foster child,
glorious castles await:
they’re waiting just for you.

God’s remembered every tear which
from your smooth face fell
and one day
He’ll take the metal men’s rust all away
and pour
your tears over a falls of time
into the endless river.
He will touch you
right through to your soul
and watch over you
in a place called Forward, forever:
you’ll know Him as friend.

Lost boy,  
don’t forget the fiery crucibles
and cold Antarctic sun:
remember abandoned astronauts
whom sleep alongside
comatose machines in concrete cemeteries
     with all their great gears
     and cogs so chipped,
     just rusting away;
where choirs sing of catacombs
     with basalt walls
     and torches burning brightly
     lining steep granite stairs,
of water held somehow within
     partly clasped hands of light,
and your ghostly image lit
     by Guadalupe candles at Latino Mass.

Don’t look up
when Tarot cards,
daemons and familiar spirits
fill a darkened sky
and anti-creation
delusion poisons
the Omni-verse.

Someone is coming for you
to give hope, love
and something unknown,
something which you
and your friends
from across the endless Multi-verse
and beyond
that great divide of parallel spaces
     ( as powerful paradox all invisible
        and less than a meter away ),
endlessly seek
from wishing wells,
orthomolecular transfigurations
and upon long distance flights
     above the clouds
     and ribbons of rain
     that fall upon rooftops,
     emerald meadows and the summer tree house
     in a world that never was.

Lost boy,
though it was thought that
you died early on
during an unforeseen and twisted war,
     and even though you knew in your heart
     every locust with a broken wing
     and every star a setting sun;
I arose from your grave then reclaimed you,
now someone else
awaits you at the harbor.
You know her well though
she’s from outside of time:
her name is Annabel Lee.

Lost boy,
you have friends, brothers and a sister too
whom await you in another dimension:
they know you by name and understand too
that silence amid which you were born.

Hear all their voices
foster child
calling from so far away,
for your time
has come today.