Lighthouse

Standing on your toes,
You have let me dance through life.
Watched the world peering over the broad shoulders,
As you'd slowed down the pace,
And the simplified the wise ways.
You'd let me love the sunsets,
Instilling in me a faith in the sunrises,
Of a newer better tomorrow.
Letting me choose my pathways,
You've always let me have my way,
Forever remaining as a silent messiah,
A beacon in the dark-
Illustrative of all of Wisdom's good.
You have never painted me a picture
Of an ideal reality.
Rather, sacrosanct,
I hold your view,
Of a fulcrum outdoing darkness.
In my ascent,
Your words ring true,
As I gain my strength and composure.
I think of  you too,
At home,
Waiting and watching with a knowing look,
An omniscient supreme.
The hearth drawer and the painter of many dreams,
I have watched the sublime dreamer in you subside and submit.
Yet the surrender - though negated by most-
Was never seen as paltry.
My rise must mark its cognizance.
The hands that have conjured smiles on many,
Are those to be nurtured and nursed.
Therein lies a feat.
And as the cherub climbs up the ropes of evolution,
The lighthouse must shine on for her too-
Panning across miles and waves-
To illumine her a way she must choose.

Charms

Some kind of madness,

Swallows me whole,

Guiding me to what I call 'home'-

With the chains of dormancy,

Fading slowly,

A numb mind regains motion.

The star-less night sky-

A joy -

As the cold showers,

Pelt away on the window pane,

In urgency.

A wake-up call from a life gone awry?

I stare mesmerized-

At the dark grey green hills that beckon to me 

In all its mystery-

A curious contradiction of the known unknown.

The haunted soul,

Hunts for its missing pieces-

Hungry as a child for its mother's touch -

As the snake like path,

Winds its way to sense,

The horizon,

Less distant than I might have believed.

Reflective and pensive,

I settle back uneasy on my seat-

Watching the familiar images flash me by-

Memories tumbling over one another

Of another day, another time-

Not too far away in the past.

But clear as crystal,

Many answers dawn on my introspective questions.

Obviating my own void.

I have weight on my feet- not my mind.

My dance will always be,

As I choose - 

Steps following my own

Space and Time.

My veins shall always

Sing with a rhythm known,

As a sense of freedom must always 

Beseech me.

Let my sense of wonder,

Remain naive-

As I can still find joy 

In the simplest of things.

Let life be uncomplicated

With people I love

As a child.

A slow smile spreads,

As my heart gets to win over my shackled mind.

Armed with decisions,

I let the sound of happy muzak,

Erode through the corrosion 

Of my eros.

And at the heart of it all,

Shines my little kingdom,

In all its silvery glory.

A 'home'

To which I shall soon return.