Lines written for those who need to move forward...

I sat there, vacilating far too long,
Knowing all the words but no rhythm
For the song.
I came down from your place,
With only questioned remembrances
Of your face.
I walked around those banks,
Staring face down into
Saddened me.
Blue and dark and blurred and
Marred.
Removed from your face,
Dwelling outside your place.
I layed down, restful not
Teared up and swollen with
Dutiful anger and spared lust.
I hoped for more insistent blue,
But was pushed away from you,
Out onto a crest of something.
Holy and new.
And altar for this?
There is nothing sacred here.
I have no piercing shame.
Only fear.
I crouched down, into me,
Rebelling out of what I had,
A crown. A token.
Your arm?
Truths, not here.
Wholeness,
Only outside the heart.

Jason Christopher Johnson
May 15, 2010