Thanx

I have been privy to the divine form of art
And its dialogue with the soul
Reigned to the chariot of the desire
I have driven the course and the four
Of which I now suspect most men may only dream
Felt the exhilaration of the nimbus
And the fierce icy force of creative streams
Waded the marsh and the mountains
And the hazards of toil and spoil
And felt the galvanic shocks of deep despair
And of failure that defines the character of a man
But through these electric times
I thank you with these inadequate words
For the amphetamines and the dyssomnia
Of sunray and of thunder
For the dyspraxia and the excesses
Of marsh and of mountain
For the rich pastoral logic of which I am so bereft
For the deep veins of subterranean wisdom
And just for being there when I needed you most
Thanx 2 for massaging the tired spirit
Through the paroxysms of insecurity
The neuroses and the ingratitude

I hope in return that I have gifted you
Something that you may hold above the norm
And look upon in the keepsake of your
Unfolding years
Though I can't imagine what this might be
As I am blind to your secret doors
But I hope the guardians of your being
Are there for you
And if there comes another time
I hope I may do better
And gift you something more
Than just these futile words