i like to commune
with the boy who was
the one who haunts
old streets and alleys
lost in mind’s overgrown fields
he was stronger then I
walked through fire and hell
with a smile for every stream
and a barefoot for every puddle
I like to commune
with the boy who was
faint sad shade
yesterday’s ghost
poisoned by time
corrupted innocence
but still there
pale glow
hope wrapped in a shredded soul
stronger then I still
loving through it all
and I…
I like to commune
with the boy who was
that maybe the man who is
would once more be
Harnessing Chaos 