I want to tell you
about messengers
and prophets
and poets
and Dreams.
I want to show you
the Truth
in three dimensions
and play you the blues
in the key
of your soul,
and sing you Alive
with a thousand
angel voices
harmonizing like crazy
in a chorus
of new beginnings
and the revival
of care.
I want to spin
you around
in a particle accelerator,
’til you feel yourself falling
into Luminous Grace
(at the speed
of silence).
I want to swallow
barbed wire
and tear down
fences,
and smash
my Love against
every wall
that separates us
from ourselves
and take
your monochrome
vision of life
and resurrect it
in technicolor,
while injecting
liquid beams
of lightning
into your veins.
I want to set Fire
to everything
you think you know,
and paint
what I see
in layers of blood
and Living Color,
and serve it
to you
on a platter of
Remembrance,
then bring you
a bouquet
of laughter
and set it adrift
in a blue-green
symphony of
forever;
I want to
read to you
from books
bound in gold
and primordial wisdom,
all of them
bearing the news
of brilliant
new science,
documenting
the rebirth
of White Light
and the renewal
of hope.
All of this,
just so
you will remember
the Sky
in colors
the Dead
only dreamed.