I lift my face to these October days and the setting sun.
I embrace these weeks of Autumn and it's fading colors
and falling leaves and those who labeled us harmless psychos.
By practice, I learned from Her how Frankenstein needs not fear the afraid;
Loneliness walks among the dead and stops at each grave
to read the epitaph and right the flag.
In theory, fearing and bleeding, I've hailed Mary,
and found my self kneeling before dark purple lights
and the Fallen Tree and the glowing Rosie
and the inspiration at work in the darkest heart of me.
Again, She taught me:
Solitude cannot enchain me.
Happiness cannot break me.
but Love and Hope?
well, Love may make me scream,
and Hope?
Hope can shatter me.
