Subway Karma: Pantheon

Emile Westergaard
Sep 5, 2018 · 2 min read

Pantheon

I hope you understand
this is all part of the plan,
not my design,
but with reason and rhyme
playing out across time,
a poem unwinding,
words on a page
writing themselves,
a story unfolding
with beauty and grace
to erase the suffering
of many generations,
a wisdom sublime
from a source we must trust,
a song that echoes through ages,
passed down from sages,
a key to all cages
A bird with feathers
of every color and stripe
flies overhead, |
rising in circles,
tracing a geometry
within the sky and clouds,
a proud singer
of songs in all keys,
a spiritual doctor
to cure every disease
swoops over the river
and under the moon,
mountains behind,
sunflowers in bloom
In the early orange sunset
bone dry air
sound carries forever
How warm is the moonlight?
How warm is your kiss?
How much do I love you?
How much are you missed?
I wanted to change you
You tried to change me
Now we sit
on this beach by the sea,
alone and together,
finally able to speak
I thank you for listening,
for the key I was missing
to the cage I kept locked
Now the bird dream songster
who would share my song
carries me up to the pantheon

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