It was Hope

He saw it you know, even
before beginning, before
the smudges that became
the graffiti which became
the writing that becomes
the letters of fire emblazoned
on the night wall of his soul -
He saw it; saw it all.

His gift, to see -
His curse, to see -
to know
before others know.

She tried to warn him, but
too late - the time for warning
passing in those first days, allowing
a Fool's glimmer of perhaps and
in time, if time permits.

Ignoring - experience just this once,
Practicing - what he wants to hold true,
Believing - the words of dead masters,
Teachings - thoughts from across
the thousand years divide - the dead
Heart willed a flame where nothing
burns but for a moment.

Being taught a Man becomes his belief,
that only pain follows the soul consumed
with pain, he switched fares
to more palatable dishes
tasting the unfamiliar delicacy of joy,
caring, concern, of want and love -
pain swapped with hope.

It was hope which turned the deaf ear
and blind eye to all He knew.
It was hope which fed the illusion.
It was hope that briefly lit
the black hole's interior.
It was hope which caused a Fool
to believe he could touch a Star.

It is hope that denies reality as an illusion.
It is hope left staring at a hand of ash.
It is the hope of the impossible
which feeds the mind of Bones
while you walk in the unassailable
and distant light.

There is none
to bare blame but Bones -
It is hope
which was.

_{(Sunday, January 02, 2011 @ 18:26)}