My gift is to you all;
To humanity and the stars.
I shall paint your world again
With the colours of the heart.
Give vision to those without sight;
Make heard what needs be listened to;
Give warmth to those who are weary;
And once again united,
We shall break this fast,
And give birth to the dawning of a new sun,
A new spirit, and a new heart.
I come as time gives leave;
As the winds blow thorough;
And as the darkness of the soul
Descends upon our closing eyes.
I come as Overseer –
To mediate truth
As spoken through fear,
Through panic and remorse;
In these our final days
Before answer is given voice.
Upon your will and secret calling,
I appear as a winter tree
With no cloak of leaves
To fool your heart;
Nor premonition borne
In hollow seed.
Yet as a landmark seen in passing,
I shall lay bare the roots
Of your own footing,
And watch as you fall and rise again
From ashes, and flood, and dis-ease.
From indecision and malcontent,
In the span of a wish
Before its release,
As a whisper amongst whispers,
In the moment before waking.
I come, my face familiar
To the strain of ancient eyes
To recant a tale as old as time;
The tenets of our very self,
That uphold the skies
And record our step,
As another age comes to pass.
In this, the very hour of our reckoning,
I shall hold you with a knowing smile;
And watch the sentiment fill your own face
As cognition gains reprieve,
From the sallowness of expression
That has been the veil of your belief.
I lend you my hand…
Take it if you will.
‘Tis not for me to weigh your choice,
Though time will not lend your favor,
Nor shall I wait for your decision
To speak the final breath.