I'll Paint A New Poem (For Lukas: Witten, Germany August 2019) Poem by DM W

Okay my long time friend. I'll paint a new poem,
One brief hour before the darkness creeps in.
I hope it will reflect the former radiance
Of a golden age that's gradually rusted.
The clocks in the hotel will turn silent
At that interminable moment in time,
And what you now consider to be a crack
In consciousness; an immutable emptiness
Will be softly transformed into holy vision.
Light will be woven into the fabric of
Your being. Red needle suns in peregrine flight
Will quickly pierce the obese balloon of now.
You'll watch it explode into a million pieces
And then you'll see how the dream like violets scatter.
And you'll hear the universe burst into laughter.
In this new moment in time, the angels and ghosts
Will be released From the machinery of night.
You'll be lost in the poetry of becoming!