The past is restless living in my dreams
Coming to the surface of the pool as I sleep
Mercifully the memories are unclearly seen
Voices and sounds of my times buried deep
welding torches my nightlight as I slumber
engines my lullaby, true "Heavy Metal Thunder"
Wide smiles and angry bellows
rage and happiness are strange bedfellows
So many things I still do not understand
Even as the years have past from boy into man
I grow in spirit body and mind
Yet cracks in my armor I still seem to find
Imperfections and secrets of my own true heart
the things that are haunting me, from where did I start
My parentage no longer troubles me it is something you
learn to take
The flaws of my own humanity a haunting I cannot shake.
L. John Knight
8/16/2011
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