Lost Boys Are Free

I’m lost
but I survived
a thousand lifetimes flew by
in a whisper and a twinkling
of an eye

Having fallen more than once
faster than the speed of sound
burning up on reentry landing
on rock bottoms solid ground

Shambhala is calling a lost boys
spirit, reaching out touching
his misplaced soul, refraining
from the kick that wounded
him when he was down

While worlds spin out of control
mother earths murmuring carries
over the winds of change and
mislaid becomes something of a
misnomer in that just possibly it
is a mystical place found through
third eye vision

Seeing the forest for the trees or
the mountains for the sky in which
they majestically point. these are
the very things which holdfast the
clues leading to inner peace and
a pain free existence

It’s alright to be  lost
a lost boy just like me
in case you didn’t know
lost boys are free

Katovski©2016

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Racing Past The Moon

In the wee hours of this
full moon lit night
I stepped outside in an
attempt to find myself
the one that was lost in
a race against the sun

Running toward the moon
at an immeasurable speed
knowing this will never be
enough on its own power
to afford a proper landing
from a single jump

The requirement of certain
strong magic from the line
of separation between dark
and light is the only way in
which this dream will become
my reality

While flying into the sunrise
will unquestionably burn up
what is left of this searching
spirit. racing past the moon
into the backside of dawn
is the only way to attain the
necessary enchantment

Once this is accomplished
then patience will become
the virtue by which life
hangs until the moon again
waxes full

There is a dimension out there
holding captive the person I
wish to be. I see its faint embers
glowing in the shadow of every
new moon.

Knowing the only way to arrive
there in the exact heartbeat that
catapulted me into today is to
jump far enough forward at a
speed beyond human measure
to land in that precise moment
of my past in order to become
who I am destined to be

Tonight the moon is calling me
out to race, the gauntlet has been
dropped and I will see you where
the embers glow

Katovski©2016

Crystal Blue Ethereal Flame

In my mind there is a picture
long faded but revisited more
than daily

Trying to explain how something
lost once and never found can be
lost again. This is something that
happens yet it’s hard to talk about

Holding on to a remnant of life force
not my own used to be enough. It was
always better to have the accompaniment
of a ghost than to have nothing at all.

I remember the night her spirit left
telling me I was where I was supposed
to be, and everything seemed good

Nearly six years have passed since,
and it’s crazy to feel such a need
as to take flight into the astral
plains in search of a kind spirit
holding in her hand the remnant of
life force captured in an amethyst
dragon claw. The very one I gave
back over half a decade ago.

This is the final ingredient needed
to conjure her spirit back to this
dimension. Yet the problem that
has presented itself is within the
crystal grid, where a single loadstone
lies broken from a failed attempt
leaving a disconnected moonstone
out of balance and power

Days fall off the calendar like leaves
from trees during the autumn equinox
while from behind closed eyes faint
fires burn in another realm.

There will only be one chance to get
this right so I cannot rush in thinking
that I have the power within to solely
make this jump and land in the right
place and time

Certain things have to line up
like the beam of light from a
full moon touching sacred water
just after Venus, Mercury, and Mars
have shown themselves in the same
night.

Time is running short but cannot be
rushed or it will stand still which is
out of the question. Time must be
moving in order to jump far enough
forward to land in the same breath
where we last left off

The only danger in this, even if it is
done correctly, is that there can be
an ever so slight chance that my
memory of the last six years could
be erased.

All things considered it’s a chance
I have to take. In my mind there is
a picture and whether it’s the blue
fire of her ethereal appearance or
the crystal blue of her earthly existence
I long to look deeply into her eyes

Katovski©2016

for Mikki one amazing friend RIP it’s been too long