Gently I stroll barefoot
Across the dew-soaked grass
The sun slowly rising
My feelings, my emotions stretching
Dusting off the fine particles of my subconscious dreams…
Is this the Promised Land?
I cannot return to the wilderness
Never again do I want to feel
It’s hard sand between my toes
Or hear the jackals howling at the moon…
I have made it this far
To the land of giants
Where their walled cities stand defiant…
Leaving behind my former self
Shredded like an old snakeskin
Blown away by the breeze…
This flawed, weak man
Like a piece of driftwood
Made smooth by sea and sand
Tossed casually into the eternal flame
A sacrifice of unconditional Love
To glow amongst the embers
Finally, home
Finally free………………….
Mark C Bolton, August 2022