I followed you to the horizon: A poem

I followed you to the horizon

where the lucid sky met a lightened earth

and Bacchus took me by the arm,

and I said: No! I choose not to be inebriated

by ale, but the the harpsichords of spirituality

where the sun slips to the meeting point

and has us all intermingle in the hot sweat of

charismatic prayer. Where we feel the poignancy of

our manifestations, but in the vividity of our

Theanthropism that we signal to the Universe,

We are all three –  the violinist, the violin and the music,

So we are here, there and everywhere!

Emanating like the sound we make, into the stars and beyond.

I am here to be affirmative of the dependability

of being duty-bound, if it suits the music of

all creation. So I followed you to the horizon,

where I met the sparkling lights of kindred souls

in ancestral embrace, led by Mum and Dad,

who checked my pulse, felt the patterns of my throbs

And told me sagaciously and wisely that I was whole….