White Stag

I saw the White Stag
He presented himself
With a great crown of antlers
He tore up the ground
Ran down fiery lanes
Told me he’s always ran with my soul
Since the cosmos was kindled
And now that we knew
We could do anything
Yeah, world stand fast and behold
I’m giving all my soul
See, I walk in the light
Fiction’s fed me thus far
For the most part
Spend however long we feel we need in the dark
Brief head pokes over the walls
Yeah, then together we stood tall
Little kid with storybooks for brains
Thought that was the be all end all
Yeah but that’s growing up, ain’t it?
We drink joy and taste pain
Circle round, return, ride it again
We know the words but can’t speak the language
And it’s hard
Forgive yesterday, oh silly yesterday
Said today
So sure, been made but you know that
Tomorrow’s sure to be a smirk and a head shake
What’s sure?
Nothing, says the man in the grave
Hard speech and saplings
A young man, the only one who knows
Fruit bearer
Cloud King
And he will reign for all his flowers
There is no name for the stir in him
When he sees the trouble he can save
Go on and call him Woe Breaker, Saint’s Bale, Debt Payer
With a stern gaze, this one means
Spirit of All, guide him
You’ve carried to the helm, now aid in the manning
Dream undertowed
Naught but the furious hope to earn the grace could navigate
Above below, but still under
Rose enough to see that it’s a choice
Hands above, head under
Clouds dance and weave in infinite potential
The surface is the youth-man line
And if dreams don’t end, they die
Help him understand
Grant him the courage to rise and rise well
He wills in your name
On forever in beautiful ways