Always Someone.

PART I

You’re always in the mind of someone.

There’s always someone who thinks of you as an angel.

This person colours your image with rainbows

and has a fantasy of you so beautiful

it can have no life outside of a dream.

This person feels the warmth of your breath

even when so gentle it would hardly

mist up the glass of a mirror. 

Except maybe, when you are softly touched

and a gasp escapes you with a start of pleasure.

This person guards your sleep as if it were a shrine,

sees every flutter of your eyelids and cares for

every precious image behind,

as you make a home for the thoughts you treasure.

Such cherished thoughts waft themselves through the atmosphere
alighting only to save lives and give purpose.
And they contain magic for they can resurrect
love in the deprived core of sickened psychopaths.
They can breath mercy into the barely beating heart of the ice-blooded pimp.
Yes, even there. From the fetid, stench-filled gutters to slimy hedge-fund financiers ghettos;
on whore-lined back-streets replete with violence and greed
yes, even there, those beautiful, angel tipped thoughts drift nonchalantly
toward the distorted, displaced and dispossessed.
They who gamble and swindle, not knowing how else
to win in their shabby corner of the wilderness
where bravado and bounty beat all.
Yet, seraphim keep whispering their presence,
their thoughts wait to be plucked from the air, ineffable,
invisible, yet stuck there for all to help themselves.
PART II
There’s always someone who thinks of you as a hero.
The person who helps you create friends from strangers,
sends you gusts of their meditations as they reflect,
which breeze insistently on your intellect.
“Wake up, unzip your mind,” they implore.
“Open your eyes – the future is yours.
To discover new lands lose sight of the shore,
spew out suspicion, creak open the door
of acceptance. and listen closely.”

Let those thoughts speak
and the stirring tones will outshout
any develish shriek;
will lead you from the bleak
toward the praise and glory you seek.
Destiny lies not in waiting for chance
but in seizing your moment with no backward glance.
For even our most dreaded change of circumstance
can unravel enigmas that provide deliverance.
PART III
There’s always someone who thinks of you as a star.
Who imagines you at your most supreme.
Whose whispers, into your dreams,
inspire confidence, iron-clad self esteem.
The light of moon-filled reverie
is one you’ll only ever see
outside the glare of those blinding cities
known as Doubt and Disbelief.
Some splendorous things have been achieved
by those who dared look up and believe
in a tiny part of them that took its chances
and proved superior to the circumstances.

Seek out mountains where the sun rises.
Revel in wonder which prises us
out of ourselves and the putrefying deadness of the past,
into the unknown, inviting and vast.
Blighted back roads for every travail,
rivers too frigid to bear.
Towering walls too tall to scale
traps springing everywhere.

But if you take those roads,
with denser undergrowth,
plunge into that freezing flow.
Climb the wall whilst your fear still echoes;
then your spirit grows.
People are like stained glass windows,
in the sun – sparkly and shimmering.
But come the darkness their true beauty shows
from a light that gleams from within.
PART IV
There’s always someone who thinks of you as their child.
Who’ll tell you, you can go beyond your horizons
gift you affirmations, banish limitations
lest you allow them to breed in your head.
So melt those icy barriers if you want to break through,
don’t say things of yourself you’d rather weren’t true.
Listen to that someone
who thinks of you as an angel,
who’ll confirm your integrity,
who’ll promise you, you’re able
to be a stream of continuity,
a font of generosity,
bringing hope to the lost
and love to the lonely.
The stone-age didn’t end
because they ran out of stones –
those stone-agers did something.
Do you want to sing your triumph song?
Stand in glory at the victor’s junction?
Drink accolades bestowed by an exultant throng?
There’s no blaze of success from spontaneous combustion.
Redemption demands that you gaze ever higher, then –
you must set yourself on fire,
Draw strength from your thoughts, before drawing your sword,
for your foes will shift shape with the wind
be ready to fight the mother of all your wars
against the enemy skulking within.