In Sanity – The Writings of Tom Grasso

There is as an essence of me, in sanity,
A moment to reflect,
To sing lullabies to the demons of my existence,
Lull them to sleep as they tantrum like the children that they are,
Find stillness in the mountain winds that wreak havoc on my neighbors.

I sit in sanity,
Watching the dandelion seeds blow haplessly about my scene,
Like snowflakes from the winter I have endured,
Waiting for someplace to land beside the Aspens,
Giving birth to something that looks nothing like themselves.

While awaiting the cool rains of Heaven’s soaking spring,
Mud made thick by the melting snows around my feet,
The seeds dancing to the waves of earthen ether,
Calling me onward though I love the muck between my toes,
It reminds me of a beach where we once stood, together.

There seems nothing quite like a transition,
Where fear and uncertainty marry the guise of faith to tortured men,
Holding a light of truth as the Sun burns off the morning dew,
I hear something moving the grasses laden with anticipation,
Could it be I’m hearing you?

My heart left beating, I have surrendered to our altar,
I have no certainty in the noises I’ve been hearing,
Yet I’ll sit by eternally adoring the sounds, in sanity
Watching my life beat on the sacred marble where I wait,
Longing for the flowers these seeds and rains conceive.

I trust the prose spring has rushing down the mountainside,
The water’s sounds painting smiles on my soul,
Hand-in-hand we dance to a promise notwithstanding,
In a truth our hearts knew before the moment we were born,
Or so we say as we sit still watching things born in sanity.

For reality comes like a tsunami cascading through the valley,
The monsoons of spring building with every winter storm,
I hear a promise whispered through the ages,
It moves like a breeze through the soaked grasses on our time,
I still wonder, could it be you that I am hearing?

This night, I close my eyes with the truth I find in sanity,
Daring demons to resurface despite the visions I have found,
Silent laughs and slight oaths made in the darkness,
I swear I can feel your hand upon my chest,
A prayer, may I awaken in your arms. (tg)