The Higher Bar
I crave to cling to your capacity to admit me to a higher bar.
Since I have toppled under your spell I have clung to you.
Every higher bar has receded decreased declined reduced.
I will not look down for I know that you are above and beyond me,
That is where I solicit to be, in step to the tempo of your thirst for existence.
I conflict with my inner demons combat them truth or dare.
My self I call to battle, then the war retreats into my reverie for relief.
When I view an image of your benevolent smiling countenance,
The gleam of your energy from your compassionate spirit refreshes me.
I extent for the next bar, be it over hurtles so behemoth to procure a blare.
The beastly bars are never ending they entreat me to eternity.
With every rung a struggle, with every victory a merriment to be released.
There again the bar it looms, I reach, I grasp, I breath.
For every immanent bar is distinct and it draws me to my feet.
I thank you for your energy, may your days be graced with peace.