Published in Volume 12 Number 2 of Flipside Magazine in 1998
Voyage Through Hades: The Fruits of Perseverance
I have made it! The journey is complete!
I can see the greenery. It's so dark.
Months and eternity spent in the desert brightness,
Now the Paradise I have sought looks strangely dark.
But I have made the trek against all chaos!
The odds were against me, yet as long as life is
Hope is. A slim chance is. A chance
As slim as my skeletal, sand-whipped frame is.
Losing myself in the green, I easily recall
How blistering wasteland near laid waste
To the man with no reverie, from a forgotten land,
From a lost timeŚwith a forgotten name
(A man I only now know as me....)
I stumbled, the sand filling my holey boots,
Collapsed face down into a slumber so deep that
Made me dream of flaxen-haired women, all garbed
In sheer shrouds of white, gentle smiles.
But I awakened from the sleep like a champion,
Shaking off the most vicious blow in the long fight,
My energy renewed, the desert gone from about me.
Now I can see the fair ladies emerging from
The green depths of the forest waiting to cleanse me.
Alas! I have made the journey.
Now life is complete. The desert is memory.
By God! The lilacs and doves! The maidens' caress!
My nightly thoughts come true at last.
© SEPT. '85