By Jay Cradeur

January 1, 2006

Aching, forgetting, music fades

Sounds losing resonance

The glimmer of light opaque

No more rhythm nor rhyme

Each day a journey away, away

Who am I?  What am I?

The spark has died, life drawls

One dull thud after another

Take a knife and cut out my heart

There is no point, None!

This is the bottom, no longer grateful

My self, Can’t go on this way.

A Technicolor dreamscape lies to me

Hues bright and strong stream in

Magic are the words, sweet daggers

Deliberate is the universal blueprint

Entering a baptism of solitude

Nature calls me to her womb

The ocean sings her sweet lullaby

Wind whispers and poignantly points

Returning to the place of knowing

Recapitulation of who I’m not, never

The creator is within, each cell beats

Moving to the place of brutal memory

Hands of an ancient Celtic wizard

Green dusty robe, fingers long, spindly

My locks grey and battle strewn

I have been here before, always

The soft tender wizard, I remember

Seeing his hands, my hands, my veins

Familiarity, new skin, same surrender

Overwhelm stifles my heaving breath

Lightning charges, swirling overhead

Primal, primeval, primordial, porous

My battered face wrinkled and aged

My bloody wounds healing and stitched

The cape of mold upon my back

Mystical creation at my fingertips

Embodiment of my divine birthright

Streaming rainbow light fills my eyes

Gold tears from my face do fall

Energy moves and pulses me at will

Merlin is alive for he is me, he is…

I Remember, I am,,,I am Merlin.

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