Stealing Home

Featured art by Jim Warren

Listen to Stealing Home by Richard Charles Stevens

Listen to Youth by Fraunhofer Diffraction

whether pleasure or pain
we are feeling
with all deference paid
clad in leather and lace
boarding emigrant train
to revealing

through the desolate planes
with a head full of steam
in the clouds
there is famed
a most elegant dream
where pure love profound
is the resident theme
has been gowned in pre-eminent gene

through the never
ever after
from the floorboards to rafters and farther hereafter
a masterful scene
bedecked in the jewels
borne of kings and of queens
with the wings of the skies and the thighs of the seas
the reprise of all lives
time and space in-between
every cycle in hindsight foreseen

both sun and the moon
are suffused to the chords
gone too soon they may be
but they come back to wed beneath pebble-strewn shores
weathered not by remorse
tethered not oblique course
no longer so crudely divorced
face to face
they embrace
while the stars give them away
light and shade reacquainted to the source

be it shame or remorse
we are feeling
whether pleasure or pain
with all deference paid
clad in leather and lace
boarding emigrant train
to revealing
through the desolate planes
sporting head full of steam
in the clouds
we live out
a most elegant dream
the reprise of all lives
time and space in-between
that of flawless devout
borne of kings and of queens
stealing home by the rosé skin on our knees
every feeling we’re revealing
we are seen

every good fairy tale veers to the shadows
every good fable hosts screams
bookending entropy with ebony and ivory
the irony of which sits in-between
every reminiscence is divine in its provision
with the vision to provisionally proceed
see the woods through groping trees
then take befitting breather there
for neither cares propose opposing teams
swivel round to face with grace the recreative middle ground
where little is as hopeless as it seems

should unspoken hurt
speak in curt tongue unspun
as we run to the sun to confer
then go one to one with the moon
to attune to the new path of true heart traversed
harbouring no guarded hurts
curtailed from hailed departure
bleeding pure
of famed demure
we claim the ancients’ armour
withstand every scream
for we are seen with ceaseless ardour
therefore never need plead deeds to be alone
in the age of innocence
no more sincere a tone
than that revealing feeling
thus appealing to belief in stealing home

with both sun and moon to guide us
we could paint the skyline violet
with true eyes upon the prize
to redefine the touch of midas
speak of bleak horizons
only when we need reminders
that the worst precursed
has been dispersed behind us

whether pleasure or pain
we are feeling
with all deference paid
clad in leather and lace
boarding emigrant train
to revealing
through the desolate planes
sporting head full of steam
in the clouds
we live out
a most elegant dream
the reprise of all lives
time and space in-between
that of flawless devout
borne of kings and of queens
stealing home by the rosé skin on our knees
every feeling we’re revealing
we are seen