Beyond my gaze ( For Chisolum)

Can't see the sun in the haze.

Then,  I was a boy, bright eyed 

With muscles looking at the 

Face of the sun. 

Then,  I was aflame,  

Reveling in the feel of dreams, 

Golden yellow dreams 

About you. 

Then, I was called happy,  

Being part of your soul,  

Soothing and piercing, like the voice

Of a virgin songbird. 

Then, was the time of the rains

When I still held your hands in mine 

And you,

Mine in yours. 

And, the universe laughed. 

Now I am a man,

Bearing the world on my 

Thumb, 

With muscles vying with 

Gravity, 

Being of my soul,  

Sad, 

Like the desolate shrine

Of my father's  gods. 

And groping in the dark,  

Walking in the rain, 

Arms outstretched, 

Smiling at faces,  

Fair and fluorescent,  like yours. 

Now,  is the  time of the burning storm 

And of blue shadows.  

And your hand is not in mine.  

And the sun,  beyond my gaze.