A bluish blaze of forget-me-nots
Haloes my scars and rings the zenbell
Dissolving amnesia’s infectious anesthesia
Ancient seas seizing my sails
Waves aglitter with shattered dawn
My craft afire but far from gone
Riding, riding the up and the down
Joining what’s above with what’s below
Without homogenizing the show

When the boat went under
Did you sink? Did you drown?
When lies laid you low
Did you fall? Did you stay down?
When truth at last arrived
Did you crucify it in a field of facts?
When you condemned the executioner
Did you see in your hands the bloody axe?

My freedom is in my chains
Revealing through all that remains
The steps which I must take
Until my heart does fully break
A turquoise swoon of forget-me-nots
Cradles my scars and schemes
Tomorrow’s children painting my dreams
Without running out of color
A fiery rain of dying petals
Lighting the crooked way home