Birth of a Lightning

The alarm clock on the table bursts like doom.
Yes, yes, I know, it's time for me to go…
I have lingered too long in this earthly room.
Oh, give me strength to walk the path I know!

The emptied hall of sky begins to pale,
The stars contort in darkness's last faint breath.
The night departs—my final railway trail,
A single, massive point on fate's own stave.

My life has been an empty, nightmare sleep.
The alarm roars… Well then, it's time to wake!
As in a frightful tale where joys run deep—
We leave this life, for our return's sake.

The abyss calls with its serpentine gaze,
Lights flicker in the smoke of centuries.
The final steps of this bad dream's last phase—
And all is gone. As if it never was…

Drawn by the chasm's cunning, dark allure,
I swayed above the yawning, gaping deep,
And… recoiled. For, suddenly and pure,
A light of unknown kind began to leap!

It filled all points of my soul, bleeding, torn,
This bluish light, this cool and potent flame.
Above the abyss, in the quiet morn,
I was uplifted, and I rose, reclaimed!

Millennia rushed by before my sight,
I ruled the mighty Dragons of the Fire,
Immortality's sharp point, a sudden, piercing bite,
My blood rang, boiling with a wild desire.

…I woke. What happened? What was this I saw?
A dream? A faint? A vision's swirling stream?
Then why this joy, this strength, this sense of law?
Where did the desperation, death's own theme, flee?

This moment I will guard forevermore,
The azure flame still in my blood resides;
It has become one with my destiny's core.
Thank you, O Lightning! I am Yours! The power abides!

August 25, 1987