Burroughs

It’s no coincidence that William S.

Burrows far deeper

Into darkness

To bring us light

Which had not yet been seen

That underground

Where etchings were made

Fill now the great halls

With stained glass

And plenty feet

That the lonesome road

Was always a choice

To share

Upon return

The other side of the rainbow

Where the tracks must be crossed

And where now we may follow

Where they

Who in night

Went first

Squirming against the mire

Pushing against the rough earth

So as to clear a path

Where many could return

And remember

The brightness of determination

The fellowship in solitude

Not soon chosen

But bestowed upon

Like a duty

A higher calling

To search deeper

And trust

Like reaching your hand

To grasp what you cannot see

But still

Knowing

It must be done

For the flame must be tended

And the fire

Focused upon

An act of blinding

Not so different

Than the weight of dirt

And soil

Suffocating

All that still lives

And reflects

For again

It must be found

That which has not been found before

Maybe felt

But finally known

Unto one

First

For all to then

Revel

And point

And inspire

Something deeper

Something brighter

Which cannot be named

But will be defined

By the ones

Who took the risk

Willing first

To sacrifice

Self

For other

An addition

To the breathing spectrum

Of what it means

To walk this earth

And share this strife

With pride

And hope

That whatever tomorrow brings

It was because

Today was lived

For if each day

Is a blank page

It is only

Thanks to those

Who have turned it

Casting aside

They way things were always done

For the sake of inclusion

Understanding

A truth

Much deeper

Than the surface

And tactics

Meant to divide

A truth

Far greater

Than what could

Ever be understood

But by a few

Whom like mirrors

A sacred interpretation

Could be bestowed

And captured

In the stillness of water

Prefectly reflected

A true expression

If only for a second

But noticed

And remembered

For all

Of eternity

Nameless

Perhaps

But a home

No less

A place of peace and rest

Until the sky again is light

By the torch

Of a new dawn

And another

Must take up

Where one

Has fallen

This is the work

Of

Color

To blend

And inspire

Fulfill wonder

And remind

Of the great beauty

Within us all

Looming

Over the tallest

Of fences

And towers

Waiting to be awoken

Within us all

Within us all

Within us all