JUBILANT FATHER
His face is like a sun, warms the moon beside him.
She´s grown full; tonight begins the waning.
The tide pulls through her very bones,
her form aches as each wave crests.
The earth pulse, heavy, blood warm within her
Beats new chords, old sun god chants.
"You are the first mother and the last,
all spring flesh has traveled through you."
Aztec plumed and gold beaded,
your priest kneels at the holy alter,
gathers each salt pearl shed, nectar for his sacrament.
You are the temple,
we pilgrims swept through the gates,
bent figures know the scent and petals of your presence,
spread our arms to harvest blossoms,
and your priest, sun struck, kneels beside you.
I am not a perfect person, And I don't try to be. I am just another imprisoned soul, That is longing to be set free.
I don't want to be in this place anymore, I don't want to shed anymore tears. I'm sick of always hiding inside of myself, This has gone on for too many years.
I don't want to show my emotions, Or to tell you how I feel. I just want to know the difference, Between what is fake and what is real.
I'm just another lost soul, That is waiting to be found. I'm just another liability, That you don't want around.
I'm just falling through the air, And I'm about to hit the ground. But I don't expect anyone to catch me, Because no one wants me around.
No one really cares about me, They just ignore me everyday. No one really cares enough, To even ask me if I'm okay.
