As I stumble into darkness <br />Death has lost its empty starkness, <br />Just a little dopamine <br />Has given back its Hippie dreams; <br />Just a little yellow pill <br />Has my imagination filled <br />With characters, harmless freaks <br />Who talk of love and mumbled peace; <br />Well meaning strangers in a haze <br />Who backseat chatter as we laze <br />As if time and space did not matter, <br />In army coats we climb up ladders <br />Leading to paisley dreams, <br />Ardent, sun-kissed, vibrant schemes, <br />Not caring what it all did mean, <br />When God was hair in velvet jeans; <br />When we could leave was uppermost <br />In some car out for the coast; <br />We chased the sunset in the West, <br />How young we were, <br />How thoughtless blessed. <br />But in the chaos and illusion, <br />The garbage piled up in confusion, <br />How I groped for some order, <br />Peripheral, along the border; <br />In the mayhem not content <br />My lust for meaning given vent <br />That made me fumble on my knees <br />Reaching for my Vedic beads; <br />Searching for that smile of love <br />Riding naked up above, <br />Her steaming hair, wet tantric coils <br />A gift for eyes, my loins a-boil; <br />The rocking measure primed, enjoined, <br />The endless pleasure <br />Then purloined, <br />She did not smile from up above; <br />She did look down <br />But not with love; <br />What desperate days did I know, <br />Not knowing which way I should go; <br />The mad encounters without meaning, <br />The acts of love that were demeaning; <br />Until my dear, I found you, <br />Who cleared my vision and purview, <br />And now I gently go to sleep; <br />Your tears drip down, <br />Oh do not weep.<br /><br />David McLansky<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/homage-to-dionysus/
