Mastery

Oh, if I could just reach out

And hold back that lightning

Before it disappears!

If I were king.

If I had the skill.

I'd cradle its prehensile flicker

And marvel as it tickled

All my fingers.

If I had the skill

To serve my will.

Could I dance the same arcane steps

The light dances in its power

Across the storms?

If I knew how

I wouldn't be here now.

The terpsichorean arts,

I fear, failed me entirely.

Black days lengthen,

And moonless nights

Grow in proportion.

Mastery of all I see;

Master of masks am I,

On those moonless nights.

Truth and death follow after

As I walk backwards.

The One Hope When All Hope Is Lost

Patience.

Until the day breaks,

And you hear the sound a bird makes

And the sun breaks into sight.

Though there's silence now and there is no light--

Not even a glimmer to pull the trigger by.

When you thought that dying was a comforting lie,

And deep despair paralyzed your existence,

You had no energy to hear my insistence

That everything changes, everything changes.

Valleys can rise till they're high mountain ranges,

Oceans become deserts, old junk is the new must-have;

Depression will turn into joy someday; just have

Patience.