The Odyssey

I pray this world

I found you in, is round.

That no matter where,

The winds and waters may carry me

All efforts to take me away from you

Should bring me back to the harbour,

Where I imagine you remain.

I hope, that these men of science

Are wrong, and my heart’s baseless belief

Be rewarded, if only because I cannot be

Without you, without hope.

That I should have seen you,

When running from myself

At the pier, unknown

Except that I saw you, and you me.

No longer guided by the North star,

I look to shore, and chart my course

The waves have been made redundant,

All winds but screaming demons.

I am deaf to all temptation,

To all longing, senseless

Lost, lost and now found

For such pain is a fortuitous blessing.

I watch the blood trickle

Across the lines on my palms

Knowing they travel the same destiny

That I find myself bound to.

Again and again I make myself bleed

If only to see visions

Of you in my arms, of dreams ordained

By these Angels of Love,

That protect me in their wings…

Be gone! And protect the one

For whom I bleed.

My faith alone will return me

To a fate decreed,

I feel it pulsing throughout me

The heavens’ routes clear, and meaningless.

Bring forth your storms, monsters,

All ailments,

That I should be tested,

As I am immune to Death himself.

For whosoever has loved,

Knows it is immortal,

All journeys from her,

Will bring me home.

By Haemophiliac…

… finished 13/08/09.