Against the Wind


I would ride upon a golden vessel
Upholding a silver sail against the force of the wind, or
I would pick a crimson rose that
Opens its face to the sunrise, but
I have never believed in angels, or
That place called heaven
Where the good souls go
Hell, limbo and purgatory
High in the sky,
Cobalt blue as the picture I paint of,
The blues I feel, or
The eye of a storm past midnight-
The yarn my grandmother weaves
The words she spoke
Were as untrue to me
As there are other stars in the universe,
But after I die
I would ride upon a golden vessel
That upholds a silver sail against the force of the wind, but
Only in my dreams-
I would pick a crimson rose along the way
To these places that have never existed, as
I have never believed in angels in heaven
Though, I believe in you,
I believe in you…
I believe-
Do not let the starlight blind you, do not let
The man-in- the -moon’s laughter deceive you, or
Let broken promises beguile you, as they are
The voices of deception- only listen:
Can you hear?
Can
You
Hear
The sounds of the ocean’s waves lapping upon the shore?
The chorus of the nightingale?
The thistles of dandelions dancing in
The sultry midsummer’s daytime air?
This is reality
It was all mean t just for you…
Stand tall and reach for the stars.
Touch the ocean with the tips of your fingers and
Let the waves wash over you, and cleanse your wounded spirit.
Touch the flowers, the trees and the grass
This is all true,
For that golden vessel with a silver sail
Won’t carry us to heaven,
There is no such place,
It is all a lie,
Only a dream,
None but a delusion,
Land of the phantasmal, in which
I do not believe, I have never believed.
With your dogged might stand against the force of the wind,
Reach for the sun with your outstretched hand,
The trees in the forest,
Canadian wild geese and the green necked mallards that
Wade in the pond in a nearby park-
This is all tangible; this is the reality
In which I do believe, and
In you I believe,
I have always believed in you, as
You are my fortress, and my strength.
In actuality and in my reverie
I believe in you,
I have never believed in angels, but
You are a star-
You enlighten my world,
In you I believe.

Claudia Krizay (schizoclaud)