Vissa de Artes

i went on a journey after reading Patti Smith
the opera singing in my ear as i traveled in the veil of sleep
she took me to the island
and there i walked the streets singing
"I lived for art, I lived for love"
in the pyschodelic splendor
i moved as one among the artists and poets
along the narrow ways
with cigarette smoke and gypsy scarves
wisping all around me in melodic legato
breathing in step with my spirt
i was alive
And now fully present in the waking hour
deep within me cries
"Why, why, Lord,
Why do you reward me thus?"
She gave jewels for the Madonna's mantle,
And I feebly offered my songs for the stars, in heaven,
That shone forth with greater radiance.
and now i sit in the desert ordinary
wiping sand and a lone tear
that escapes the window of my creativity
and i dare not open the book again
for fear i will go back
and wake to find
the platitudinal day bear heavily upon me