Left, right, behind

There could be rain today falling on my window pane

and lightening in the sky because of love’s denial

and there could be thunder rumbling like a deep heartache

if I was asleep to the spirit in your keep.

There, you see, in the mind where memory abides

I feel but cannot see who stands left, right, behind,

the body beautiful of one who claims a name

but disowns the unseen fibres of inheritance.

There none the less like a shimmering heat haze

he dances in the spotlight of eternal grace

and infuses my brain with the meaningful

not meant to be known to any but the soul.

‘Tis a mixing up of real/unreal into a witches broth

that bubbles need and boils desire into the atmosphere

there silently to lie until moonlight bids goodbye

and the sun no longer rises in accordance with the times.

Left, right, behind, and there’s a smile within that mystery

because amazing grace effectively hides his given face

and who can not applaud such incredible dexterity

that keeps him hip-hopping a lifetime out of reach.

There could be rain tomorrow because now I choose to sleep!