DJANGO'S TATTOO

before riding wings, i touched dreams of you. before ever seeing the vast wings of legends who guard sky's gates, it was always you..an image of you.

it was like a tattoo: green and sunshine new. more actually, like a mirage: once there & never there, all at once; this was a pale of rain behind the gates of hell. only a drop or two for uncountables left in hell to brew.

innumerable indeed, you'll find, were the drops, but un-quenchable was the thirst that pain itself knew. oh yes, it grew; the pain grew..as i held an image only of you. an image not even of you, but a simple tattoo.

just as the uncountable having remembered thirst, know now of hunger and how it grows from the belly to the chest, it's become a holy pandemonium. a drop of water for once, in a burning desert and ambitions are reborn. hell's fury hath no hearth like ambition reborn inside my chest. one drop in a burning desert holds an ocean view for me, it's truth.

a silhouette of you traced into skin on my back...a silhouette i can view only as light hits a mirror. what then must i do, but ride wings unto wings, from sky to greater skies. i must flee earth for the sun. beneath its unshaken love for our world, and its scorching fury this is what i'll do: i'll put forth my back and watch as the silhouette of you is transposed and transmitted; reflected and returned back onto the grounds of that one planet earth.  

as the sun sets, it will feature your face for the world to get an open view. i know i have found you, for the world wants you too. and not only you, but the source of the view: not the sun but the tattoo.

as i cried to be reborn, i found an ocean within my many tears. hell hath no fury like lovers lost. you must have known i'll always find you.