Location

Where are we now? I ask with my eyes downcast.
To the east a wind spoke to me of past embraces.
The trees will burn soon with cadmium orange glow and brick red..
I wonder of the whispers I begin to hear in my room.
The lantern mimicks a warm night, and the candles flicker restlessly between my eyes.

I spoke to a man as he brought me accross the river and he told me I will need more than faith to light my path.
I saw the haggered and the lonely quietly laugh as realities popped before their mirage soaked eyes. "Hope..." they sang.
Was that blind woman looking at me? Why did she smile as I stopped beside her?

Where are we now? I asked a reflection at the corner of memory and madness.
Where have the nails and the cross gone?
"We burned it" They shouted. "It was getting cold!"
So I walked on through the streets of ghostly dances, of moments forgotten till now.
I arrive at the door of invisibility, and begin to smile.

"But haven't we been here before?" Watching the odyssey of dramas, dance like drunken skeletons on the western front.
"I'm sure we can find a way out of here", she laughed as she took me by the hand.
I smiled again feeling the tenderness and all those soft places that make us feel safe and cocooned. "Don't worry" She kept telling me as she took me accross the bridge.

I smiled at the perpetual twighlights that begin to melt into the surrounding air and begin to feel tears pulling forth as if something was about to destroy everything I have ever loved.

"Where are we now?" I asked at the crossroads of past laughter and light.
I viewed rooms full of movements and passionate wounds softly drone in my ears...
Promises of gentler nights than these are wisfully sung into the cooling evening..
I saw a man with a microphone turning to ashes.
"He was a king once" she told me.
Then there at the railway past the altars and the gardens things began to look familiar.

"This was the battlefield of the war you forgot you were fighting" and she looked at me a bit puzzled as if I was too ridiculous to get past the scars on my arms..

Ah yes..Here is my gate.. This is where I must get off now.
we waved goodbye as the boat drifted from the shore..Here are my swords at my side.
As I watched the world in flames around me, The man with the guitar began playing our favorite song.. and I smiled as I cast the blades to the waves..

We sang of old glories and perhaps new ones to come.

"Here I am..." I whisper, looking directly at the night sky set ablaze with distant suns,

and I remember where it is I stand.

where my heart must always return.

-Florencio Yllana (dedicated to all who rise.)