The high school dance... Friday, December 4, 2009

I can remember in high school going to the Friday Night Dance,

Totally petrified at the thought of asking someone to prance

Across the floor in my romantic embrace all engines firing to the max,

But even though that’s how I felt I still bought the ticket and showed up with a chance

To linger in the dream of love although I’d stay beyond the rim of holiness where wallflowers take their stance.

 

I’d walk the night in circles often gazing at my love,

As she waltzed the night away within the arms of another,

But I always stayed so grateful for the feeling that filled me up,

The one that took my breath away,

And left me swirling in a drunken state of ecstasy as I wandered home to bed.

 

I was so shy and unassuming as I struggled with myself,

But there was fire, there was passion and I had to find a way,

To reveal them somehow, to be authentic in every way,

So to the field I ventured,

Football, track, hockey, baseball in all these things excelled,

And in the bliss of this success I kissed the Divine herself.

 

Right now I feel so refreshingly naked, I feel vulnerable in your light,

I want to reach out to you with my heart so true,

And hold you close throughout the night.

If you could feel my clear intention in the bottom of your core,

You’d give in to me in an instant and let loose forevermore.

 

Oh spirit of the infinite I’m gone beyond the frame,

Can’t remember who I am,

Only know how much I love you,

Can’t give it another name.

 

Completely and irrevocably eclipsed by your brilliance...

 

Johnny Stupendous