A Lost Saint

Exiled from heights

only cosmic figures have seen

& yearning to find my way back home…

But each time I scale close

A messenger asks “Where’s my halo?”

Leading a virtuous life

Save some bumps and bruises along the way,

I journey through endless nights

just to discover grand deities in May…

There I dreamt of rose petals

Drifting off cold shoulders

A Lightning flash

And decay —

Then the messenger woke me up,

around 4 A.M. to be exact.

She told of golden mansions

and a price to pay,

Then threw a halo at my back.

I fancied her company,

even though I’d rather just get lost again.

I flew to unforeseen heights above me,

& knocked on the golden gates to let me back in…